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Book: Adventures in Missing the Point

book_adventures.jpgPaula, my niece, highly recommended the book Adventures in Missing the Point, by Tony Campolo and Brian McLaren. Each chapter deals with a different topic–Doubt, Sin, Women in Ministry, Homosexuality, the Environment, Evangelism, etc. The two authors each wrote half of the chapters and briefly commented on the other person’s chapters.

Since Paula recommended the book, as we stood in the Christian bookstore where she works, I bought it. I finished the book a few weeks ago.

Last night, I had supper with an old friend, We were talking about postmodernism and how much we bought into the assumptions about the fundamental attitudinal change which postmodernism insists is upon us. And so it’s inevitable that Brian McLaren’s name arose, since he’s the guru of postmodernism. My friend, Steve, suddenly asked, “Am I the only one who thinks McLaren is a boring writer?”

I thought I was alone. I breezed through Campolo’s chapters in Adventures in Missing the Point, but found myself continually bogged down in McLaren’s chapters. The contrast was spectacular. I ended up reading all of Campolo’s chapters first, checking them off in the table of contents, and then forced myself to read McLaren’s chapters, like downing cough syrup. Steve, my friend, had exactly the same experience.

Campolo’s chapter on homosexuality was some of the best writing I’ve seen on that subject; many of my questions found answers that lined up very satisfactorily. His chapters on women in ministry, the environment, and eschatology were also very good.

Sorry, but none of McLaren’s chapters seemed particularly insightful, though my copy of the book does show occasional underlines in his writing. And they certainly weren’t fun to read. (Paula found the chapter on “Doubt” very helpful to her, which is great.) Part of my problem with McLaren is that he looks at everything through the filter of postmodernism. I don’t think he could go to the bathroom without pondering how the urinal design reflects modernity. Since I don’t necessarily buy some of his basic assumptions, and yet he examines every subject in the book based on those assumptions being correct…well, that obviously creates a problem.

So do I recommend this book? I recommend half of it. Campolo’s superb. Skip the rest.

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Turning 50 and Getting Honest

I’ll turn 50 next month, and I’m giving myself a gift. Actually, I’ve been working on this gift since early May, and I’m hoping that by the time I actually cross the Great 50 Divide, I’ll have a good sense of what the gift looks and acts like.

The gift is authenticity.

At this point in my life, I feel confident enough about my place in the universe that I don’t feel the need to impress, to protect, to defend, to spout the party line. No longer do I want to play games, trying to seem better at this or that than I really am, whether it’s an issue of occupational competence or spiritual vitality or intellectual knowledge. It’s not like I’ve been a big fake, a phony, a political games-player. Over the years I’ve been pretty open and honest. And yet, streaks of embedded inauthenticity run through my daily life, which I’ve discovered (with dismay) during the past few months as I’ve been trying to excise falsity from my deeply-ingrained habits and tendencies.

I want to grow in being honest, transparent, vulnerable, genuine, open. I don’t want to tell people what they want to hear, or what they expect to hear from me as a denominational suit. I don’t want to only voice sentiments that are safe, whether at work or church or in general relationships. I don’t want to play the part of an all-knowing, all-spiritual church elder, when my knowledge and spirituality fall way below allness. I want to stop playing Christian one-upmanship games, end the reign of pretense in so many nooks and crannies of my Christian character, and slay the remaining dragons of insecurity which give rise to self-justification, defensiveness, and excuses. I want to have no inhibitions about saying, “Wow, I really goofed that one up,” or “I was wrong, and you were right.”

Authenticity doesn’t require that I turn into a blunt jerk who dumps critical crap on people and says things like, “You know, you’ve got really ugly ears. Hey, I’m just trying to be honest.” There is still a matter of appropriateness and discretion. But you get the idea. Writing regularly in this blog is actually very good practice in being authentic.

So that’s my birthday present to myself. I’m working on it every day, trying to flesh out what it means, though I keep encountering bastions where genuineness remains locked out. But that’s where I’m headed. And so far, I’ve found it quite liberating.

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The Never-Changing Van Wert Fair

Last night we took our annual pilgrimage to the Van Wert County Fair. Pam and I have been going for, we figure, 18 years now. At least. Started before we got married. Last night we went with my brother Rick and his family.

Food is the main attraction. Always the same stuff from the same places, in the same order. I got two sandwiches from Ragers–sausage, and bologna. Fiske fries came next. Then a funnel cake. Then a bag of roasted almonds at an outrageous price. And finally, the famous cherry ice cream. Everything is always in the same place as the year before. Mom says the cherry ice cream stand is located in the same place it was located when she was a kid, which goes back at least, uh, 20 years.

I climbed over a bunch of tractors with Cameron, Rick’s son, who must be four or five at this point. I can never remember. One old, restored tractor still had a key in the ignition, a mistake by the owner, I’m sure. Cameron, who routinely pulled every lever and flipped every switch on every tractor, was quite surprised when he turned the key and the engine turned over.

I have gobs of relatives in the area, but didn’t see a one of them. Did see Ed Gebert there, the guru of Attention Span.

People complain about how slow churches are to change. Well, I’ve got news for you. Nothing changes more slowly than the Van Wert County Fair. And despite all my progressive harpings, I like the fair that way. Should I appreciate slowness-to-change more in church? I’ll have to think about that.

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Big Talk About the Poor

I’m an advocate for taking care of the poor, underprivileged, and dispossessed in our midst. Or am I?

These people are definitely on my conscience. Have been since 1981, when I heard former UPI reporter Wes Pippert speak at a press convention. Pippert, in addition to being an ace reporter at the top of his profession, was also an Old Testament scholar. A brilliant guy whom I first heard speak when I was a student at Huntington College. At this convention, he explained how, throughout the Old Testament, God’s judgment or blessing on a nation was usually tied to how well it took care of its poor people.

Pippert’s words planted a seed in me which has grown, slowly, ever since. Until then (I was two years out of college), despite having grown up in wonderful evangelical churches, the poor were not on my radar. Which makes me wonder why the heck we United Brethren have this huge blindspot regarding something central to God’s heart. Whatever the case, during the past 25 years the poor have been on my radar with ever-increasing pings, and Pippert’s words have been repeatedly reinforced. It’s now something I believe strongly.

But has it made any difference in my life, beyond self-righteous, idealistic sniveling about the need to care for the poor? Mark Driscoll writes in Radical Reformission, “Ideals become values only if they are lived out.” Well, it would be fashionably humble to beat up on myself, but the truth is, my behavior and attitude have come a long way. Yes, I live in a nice house and blow a lot of discretionary income. And yet, there are things I do and don’t do that demonstrate a change from ten years ago.

Through my current church, I hang out with people on the lower end of the economic scale. They are my friends, and I care about them in a hands-on way. I’ve gone beyond just writing checks to someone else who works around poor people. What started when Pippert plucked my conscience has blossomed into something that really matters. But not nearly as much as I’d like it to matter. And as much as it will matter, I hope, next year, and the year after that. I’m still more of a talker than a doer. But I’m glad to be more than an idealist, too.

Many fundamental attitudinal changes take years. Wes Pippert’s message wasn’t a Damascus Road experience for me, where I suddenly turned 180 degrees. Rather, it started me on a really long journey. And now, after 25 years, I find myself way way down that road. And I should take some pleasure in that. I can look at other areas in which change has come not through a crisis experience, but through a steady progression. Like my thinking regarding how Christians should view the environment, gays, politics, spending habits, war and peace, and much more. I’m also learning to be patient with people who are also on a journey of attitude-change, and not expect any amount of harping on my part to transport them to the place it took me 20 years to reach.

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