Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Why are we so nuts? . . . .

This morning I've been getting ready for a big trip to Pittsburgh scheduled for next week. I'm working with a couple of churches who have put together a very aggressive schedule of events, most of which are designed to engage the culture-at-large that exists outside the "walls" of our congregations. The folks in Pittsburgh have been diligent in the task of framing, wording, and preparing in ways that are truthful without the "noise" of turnoff. . . . which, by the way. . . tends to typify many of our shameful efforts to engage a watching world in compelling ways. In an email to one of the event's organizers earlier this morning, I suggested some wording changes in something I was putting my name to so that the message we want to share doesn't get lost in translation.

This all got me thinking about a couple of conversations I had last weekend at the Youth Specialties National Youthworkers Convention in Sacramento. The first was about some of the infamous stuff done by the brothers and sisters over the years. Or perhaps I should say, the infamous stuff made by the brothers and sisters in an effort to bring more folks into the fold. A couple of us got to talking about Christian "witnessing tools," you know, that Jesus Junk that we think is more effective than an embodied apologetic for the faith. One of those things that we talked about has been sitting on top of my desk since the day I picked it up - almost 10 years ago - in the exhibit hall at one of the conventions. Actually, and I'm ashamed to admit this, I paid for it. It's a can of root beer. . . Holy Cross Root Beer to be exact.
Never heard of it? Neither had I. I think it's Christian root beer. . . . or at least that's what the guy manning the booth told me. What makes root beer Christian? I still haven't figured that one out. Is it Christian because the can features a cross, a "Jesus Saves," and references to Acts 16:31, John 3:16, and Revelation 20:4-6? Does drinking it draw one closer to God? I can't answer that because I've never popped the top to take a swig. Does that mean that 10 years later what's in my can is actually better than what was in there when I first laid eyes on it? Who knows? All I do know is that if this is the best we can do. . . or even if we think this is an effective tool in our witnessing arsenal. . . . well, then we're nuttier than we think. And I don't mean "nutty" in a nice way.

Another weekend conversation was had with some of my favorite new friends who are ministering to kids through First Presbyterian Church in Boulder, Colorado. Kim is one of the female interns who used to be a waitress at Appleby's. She told us how waitressing at the chain on Sunday afternoons was always an embarassment. Why? Because the restaurant would fill up with the brothers and sisters from the after-church crowd who would eat a normal amount of food, then leave an embarrassingly abnormal tip. . . . like a gospel tract sans cash. Do we seriously think that we're leaving a good impression when we share the Gospel of being cheap, cheesy, and uncaring with a piece of paper that winds up provoking anger before flying into the trash? Are we really caring for people when we demand that they wait on us for $2.01 an hour plus tips. . . . and we don't leave anything? Shame on us.

It made me think about this funny little video that's been floating around on YouTube. I watched it and laughed. I watched it and was embarassed. I watched it and thanked God that I'm not like that. . . . or am I (we)?

3 comments:

mindi said...

the part about the post-church Sunday crowd is understated.

i worked in restaurants for years & no matter where i was, staff hated working Sunday lunches. people were often exceptionally demanding, ran servers legs off for refills and sides and then just left the worst tips. the "joke" was they gave at church so they can't afford to give for service. i've always said if i could ever preach one sermon, it would be about how horribly christians are generally regarded in the hour after they leave church.

Shoobacca said...

I found Daniel Radosh's "Rapture Ready!: Adventures in the Parallel Universe of Christian Pop Culture" a very sobering read on this topic. It was fun for me to goof along with Mr. Radosh on Bibleman and the Christian version of World Wresting Entertainment, yet a lot more challenging to take a hard look at a few other staples of my evangelical world, such as abstinence-only education and creation science. I was sad to reach the book's end, but hopeful for the future of the church's influence due to a few high-quality interactions Mr. Radosh had with what appeared to be geniune followers of Jesus. Oh wait, another FCC Petition 2493 email forward just hit my inbox. (deep sigh ...) I guess there's still a lot of work to do. Lord, beer me strength.

Brian said...

I can verify that the "Holy Rollers" as they were known in the Montgomeryville Olive Garden were notorious for leaving 10% (or less)and a pamphlet before they wandered back to their Town Cars and drove off. I used to get a good amount of ribbing about that as the representative Christian
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