Friday, October 19, 2007

Theology for the Future

The Emerging Church has, in many ways, polarized the American Church. As I have begun to ponder the significance of the things that are being said by the likes of Tony Jones, Brian McLaren, Rob Bell, Don Miller and Dan Kimball; I see a pattern beginning to "Emerge". While I would not consider myself an Emergent necessarily, I often have more problems with the conventional church than I do with the emergent crowd, so I will take the term if I must. Simply put, I agree with more theology of the conventional church, but I agree with the practice of the Emergent church.

I see so much religion in the conventional, denominational church that I wonder if the denominational church will survive. I see hypocrisy, even about our own hypocrisy. I see churches that preach that the Gospel changes lives, then in the same breath reject newcomers who aren't white, middle-class republicans. As the son of a white middle class republican, I am hurt by the way in which so many treat this emerging generation.The role of the church in social ministry has troubled me, as I see the church casting a passing glance on the problems of the poor, oppressed and broken. Any church that isn't intentionaly reaching its community in visible ways has no business calling itself a church. When an emergent church invites homosexuals into its midst, those same people from the conventional church cry foul, pretending that homosexuals aren't people. While I am not saying that homosexuals acts are OK, I find it troubling that the same people who say that Jesus loves "me" are the ones who condemn these who are sinners of the same nature.

As I look at the dogmatics that characterize the conventional church I see so many people who blindly hold to beliefs, not because they are based on Scripture, but because the pastor told them. I believe that the Bible is the inspired word of God, and as such contained no errors in the original form. However, I find it troubling that often, the Bible is used as a weapon of humiliation. People take some verses (which are often true, in context) and use them to prove their point.

When a pastor gets up in his pulpit, and says that (his) God supports the Republican party, I literally want to throw up. While I have no problem with a Christian holding to federalism and small government, telling people that God supports the Republican party is not legitimate.God does not choose sides in this issue. If we say that God likes Republicans, how are Christians supposed to interact with those of us who are not Republicans? Are there no Christ followers among the Democrats? What about the Green party?Politically, the Christian should be known for the moral issues on which he stands , and not for which party lever he pulls.

The future of American Christianity is clouded. If Evangelicals can grasp a sense of unity in Christ as they let go of some of the things which are holding them back from being authentic in their communities, then they will shape the future. However, as this new reformation starts, it is difficult to foresee the church responding in a biblical manner to the questions raised by the Emerging Church. We must reach the culture, because we have already lost touch with the ways postmodern people think. If we love them, we must find new ways of presenting the unchanging Gospel.

And that is my goal, and hopefully the goal of every emerging Christian. We must be authentic, real-life, little-Christs, if we are to see the Gospel truly transform our culture.

This is the revolution...

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The Vision?

The vision is Jesus: obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.
The vision is an army of young people.
You see bones? They are an army.
And they are free from materialism. They laugh at the markets.
They hardly care! They wear clothes like costumes:
to show and to tell, but never to hide.
They know the meaning of the Matrix; the way the West was won.
They are mobile like the wind; they belong to the nations.
They need no passport.
People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their strange existence.
They are free, yet they are slaves of the hurting and dirty and dying.

What is the vision?
The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes.
It makes children laugh and adults break and cry.
It scorns the good and strains for the best. It is dangerously pure.
This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause.
A million times a day its soldiers choose to lose that they might win, one day
the great "Well done" of faithful sons and daughters.
Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night.
They don't need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards
and hear the crowds chanting again and again: "COME ON!"

And this is the sound of the underground
The whisper of history shaping
Foundations shaking
Revolutionaries dreaming once again
Mystery is screaming in whispers
Conspiracy is breathing...
This is the sound of the underground.

And the army is disciplined.
Young people who beat their bodies into submission.
Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrades at arms.
The tattoo on their backs boasts "For me to live is Christ and to die is gain."
Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their eyes.
Winners. Martyrs. Who can stop them?
Can failure succeed? Can fear scare them or death kill them?
And this generation prays like a dying man with groans beyond
talking, with warrior cries, sulphuric tears
Waiting. Watching: 24 - 7 - 365.
Whatever it takes they will give: Breaking the rules.
Shaking mediocrity from its cozy little hide.
Laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs,
laughing at labels, fasting essentials.

The advertisers cannot mold them.
Hollywood cannot hold them.
Peer-pressure is powerless
to shake their resolve
Material clothes matter not
Would they surrender their image or their popularity?
They would lay down their very lives,
swap seats with the man on death row;
guilty as hell.
A throne for an electric chair.
With blood and sweat and many tears,
with sleepless nights and fruitless days,
they pray as if it all depends on God
and live as if it all depends on them.


Their words make demons scream in shopping malls.
Don't you hear them coming?
Here come the frightened and forgotten, with fire in their eyes.
Their prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of Eden.

And this is the sound of the underground
The whisper of history shaping
Foundations shaking
Revolutionaries dreaming once again
Mystery is screaming in whispers
Conspiracy is breathing...
This is the sound of the underground.