It might be for this reason that I hardly enter a Wal-Mart anymore. The infamous People of Wal-Mart web pages showing how ill-dressed or undressed shoppers are says it all. Or fly somewhere and see how people dress for air travel -- when I fly I dress up and not down! The same could be said for a concert in which the ticket price alone might imply something a more formal rather than casual. Just last month my wife and I had to change our path in a store because they young man ahead of us (not in a Wal-Mart) was wearing sleep pants, a bathrobe, and slippers. Really? I guess I have become the fuddy-duddy that I rebelled against in youth. I feel the same way when I find pastors who wear what might be comfortable or easy to put on (from the chair where you dumped it yesterday) but I find it hard to take them seriously in their calling. If they show up on Sunday morning with vestments of khakis or board shorts or t-shirt or polo, I am immediately put off. It seems to me that they are rebelling against their vocation in some childish and culturally relevant way that is both arrogant and rude.
I fear that this kind of thing affects a great deal in the Church. Our theology is not exciting but boring. Our morality flaunts duty more than liberty or indulgence. We are in a very unfavorable position against the world. The world offers us sexy, cool, vital, vibrant, indulgent, forward-looking, be what you are, and, most of all, have fun in everything. In comparison the Church seems rather dull, bland, boring, and very uncool. They say that if you are not a liberal when you are young and a conservative when you mature, you are simply an idiot or a fool. Maybe youth instinctively rebels against the tradition and traditional theology, morality, and liturgy. I don't know. But I do know that in choosing the fun over everything else, the world has not chosen well or anything worth having.
Youth left me with many things and regrets are also among the memories. I hope it is true for many. My sixth grade teacher told me most of all in life to be true to myself. Which self? The selfish, rebellious, lustful, fool who does not care about consequences or the mature self that lives in bondage to them or the Christian self who has learned to delight in the will and Word and order of the Lord? The real radical is not the one who indulges in a Rumspringa vision of life that cares for nothing except the moment and puts off the serious for a time to be announced later. No, the real radical is the mature self, formed and shaped by the Spirit of God, to become in time the person who has been given eternity. I am encouraged that some of those coming out of their youthful rebellion are awakening to this truth and showing up in conservative, orthodox, and traditional parishes offering orthodox and traditional liturgy. It is my hope that this is where the future is headed and not simply a momentary trend.
We might hasten this a bit if we got out of our system the idea that youth ministry should be fun to counter the boring and bland stuff that happens in worship and Bible study. We might initiate this kind of maturity by refusing the idea that worship is a stage, that the people in the chancel are actors, that the script is made up, and that the goal is entertainment. We might encourage a more real future by offering our kids a more real present in which the symbols and ceremonies come not from preference or for the sake of the experience but because the presence of God is as real as God, the truth is not subject to individual decision or definition, and the purpose of God is to set us from from the fake freedom that corrupts and kills. The most radical thing in our world is not going with the flow of culture or fad but resisting the current because God has entered our time to rescue us from our sins, restore our lives in holiness, and direct us to the eternal future which we taste now in the mystery of bread and wine. Looking back, I can thank a few profs along the way who taught me this radical idea.




