The best thing that can happen to a Christian is the death of his idealism. There is almost nothing more dangerous than an idealistic Christian. This is because an idealist is willing to die for his idealism–and make others die for his idealism, too.
The tragedy here is that idealism rarely has anything to do with solid, Christian living. A Christian who is concerned with actually living according to Biblical principles will quickly discover that it is a rocky, difficult path.
In other words, holiness is difficult.
An idealist doesn't have time for holiness because he has bigger things to do. Like plant new churches, compose pithy tweets, flat-iron his hair and rant against Religion.
But make no mistake: the long journey toward holiness is a fiery crucible. It entails self-denial, invisibility, periods of spiritual despair. It doesn't includes cheering crowds or multi-million dollar book deals. At least, for most of us.
The biggest problem I see in emerging, missional, "transformational" churches is spiritual pride, remarkable chiefly for the grandeur of its delusion. It's as if they somehow believe they are immune from making the exact same mistakes they accuse "Religion" of making.
It's a very strange place to find myself. In many ways, I have not strayed too far from the fundamentalism of my childhood. At the very least, fundamentalism attempts to preach a straightforward Gospel and strives to encourage a holy lifestyle.
Either you're saved or you're damned. It's all pretty simple.
The emerging church seems more concerned with tattoos and competing over, as a weary Emerging Mummy notes, "who is posting more buttons on their blog for the One campaign."
I mean, throw the word Hell into an emerging church conversation and watch them totally freak out. Or try Chastity. Now there's a word you don't hear much in emerging circles. Heck, it's difficult enough to hear the word "sin" from the living room couch-cum-pulpit anymore.
Sometimes I feel like the conversation, the "seeking" never ends anywhere. Because it's journey, not the destination that matters, right? It's like that Miley Cyrus song. IT'S THE CLIIIIMBBBB!
Ugh.
I dunno. Maybe the emerging church and Christian idealists are happy to camp out in some nebulous wilderness where "nuance" is everyone's favorite word. But I'm not.
I need meat, not rice cereal.
My recommendation is that before any Christian idealist sets off to plant a new church, he should try raising a pack of kids. If you ask me, raising kids is the quickest, non-stop flight to holiness precisely because it destroys your idealism.
But that idealism is replaced by something much, much better: sacrificial love.
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