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Manhattan Declaration Draws Fire

December 9, 2009

The “clarion call” of the Manhattan Declaration that has united conservative Christians from various denominational affiliations has begun to draw fire from gay activist groups.  The Declaration which voices concern over three main issues: religious freedom, sanctity of life, and “the dignity of marriage as the conjugal union of husband and wife” was signed by prominent members of the Christian community.

The Philadelphia Bulletin cites posts from gay blogs calling for letters to be written, and the willful disruption of services:

“It is time we let Bishop Cordileone know there are consequences for his actions,” the blogger states. “Is anyone up for a rally in front of the Oakland Diocese or a disruption of services? Let me know and I’m happy to help organize.”

After listing an address where people could write to the bishop, the blogger goes on to say: “By the way, here are the other Catholic cardinals and bishops who signed the Manhattan Declaration.” Listed are the names of the 17 bishops who signed the Declaration to date.

The blogger goes on to cite Fred Karger of Californians Against Hate who refers to the 152 framers of the document as “zealots” who “drafted, approved and signed their Declaration of War on full civil rights for gay, lesbian, bi-sexual and transgender (LGBT) Americans last week. They threw in some other societal beefs, just to try and mask the overriding issue, their fervent opposition to same-sex marriage.”

I’m not surprised by this.  Is anyone?  Time to go on over and add your name to the Manhattan Declaration.

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On Fr. Daniel Sysoyev the New Martyr

December 7, 2009

My didaskalos Dr. John Mark Reynolds makes some political points on the recent murder of the Russian priest Daniel Sysoyev by putting it in comparison to the Swiss minaret controversy. From his post on the Washington Post site:

There is a double standard and the Swiss voters knew it. The martyrdom of Christians in the Sudan, the work camps for Christians in China, the yearly martyrdom of Christians in North Korea, and the destruction of Coptic Christianity in Egypt is hardly a topic for polite conversation let alone passionate condemnation. Islamic radicals can kill Christians, the “secular” Turkish government can inhibit their freedom of religion, and Communist states can massacre them, and too little will be said.

Let Swiss voters ban minarets and we will rally to do something. Two wrongs do not of course make a right, but in a world of wrongs some are worth more outrage than others.

Father Sysoyev is dead in Moscow, but by all means let us condemn the Swiss voters loudly enough that we cannot hear his blood cry out for justice. If we look into it too hard, it might complicate the European energy picture.

If a good priest was killed for his opinions about Islam, it is far worse than a bad-zoning decision by fearful Swiss voters. If a good priest was killed for his opposition to the corruption in the Putin government, then this is far worse than banning minarets.

When we look at the future of religious freedom in the states, we need only to look to Europe.  Our crowns may be just around the corner.

While the ruthless murder of Fr. Daniel is a travesty and worthy of outrage, it is also something beautiful too.  If this is the future for Christians in then US, Glory to God! Read the letter written by Fr. Daniel’s wife:

Dear brothers and sisters, thank you for your support and prayers. This is the pain which cannot be expressed in words. This is the pain experienced by those who stood at the Cross of the Saviour. This is the joy which cannot be expressed in words, this is the joy experienced by those who came to the empty Tomb.O death, where is thy sting?

Fr Daniel had already foreseen his death several years before it happened. He had always wanted to be worthy of a martyr’s crown. Those who shot him wanted, as usual, to spit in the face of the Church, as once before they spat in the face of Christ. They have not achieved their goal, because it is impossible to spit in the face of the Church. FrDaniel went up to his Golgotha in the very church which he had built, the church to which he gave up all his time and all his strength. They killed him like the prophet of old – between the temple and the altar and he was indeed found worthy of a martyr’s calling. He died for Christ, Whom he served with all his strength.

Very often he would say to me that he was frightened of not having enough time, time to do everything. He was in a hurry. Sometimes, as a human-being he exaggerated, he got things wrong, he tripped up and made mistakes, but he made no mistake about the main thing, his life was entirely dedicated to HIM.

I did not understand why he was in a hurry. The last three years he was busy serving, never taking days off or taking holidays. I moaned, just now and again I wanted simple happiness, that my husband and my children’s father would be with my children and me. But another path had been prepared for him.

He used to say that they would kill him. I would ask him who would look after us. Me and the three children. He would answer that he would put us in safe hands. ‘I‘ll give you to the Mother of God. She’ll take care of you’.

These words were forgotten too soon. He told us which vestments to bury him in. Then I joked that there was no need to speak about that, we still did not know who would bury who. He said that I would bury him. Once our conversation turned to funerals, I don’t remember the details but I did say that I had never been to a priest’s funeral. And he answered that it did not matter because I would be at his funeral.

Now I remember many words which have gained a meaning. Now my doubts have dissolved, the misunderstandings have gone.

We did not say goodbye in this life, we did not ask each other forgiveness, we did not embrace one another. It was just another day: in the morning he went to the liturgy and I did not see him again. Why didn’t I go to the church that day to meet him? I had thought of it, but I decided I had better get the evening meal ready and put the children to bed. It was because of the children that I did not go there. There was a hand that did not let me go. But the evening before I had gone to the church and met him. I had felt as if dark clouds were gathering over us. And in the last few days I had tried to spend more time with him. Over the last week I had thought only about death and about life after death. I couldn’t get my head around either the first or the second. That day my head was spinning with the words: ‘Death is standing right behind you’. The last week everything was so hard, as if a huge load had been emptied out on top of me. I am not broken. He is supporting me, I feel as if he is standing by me. Then we said so many affectionate words, which we had never said to each other in our whole life before. Only now do I understand how much we loved each other.

The memorial service for the forty days of Fr Daniel takes place on the eve of his namesday and the patronal feast of the future church, 29 December, and 30 December is the feast of the holy prophetDaniel. According to the prophecy of an elder, the church would be built but Fr Daniel would not serve in it. The second part of the prophecy has already been fulfilled.

Matushka Julia Sysoieva

Translated by Fr. Andrew Phillips

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The Manhattan Declaration

November 22, 2009

I’ve been arguing (not on-line) that the lines of distinction between Christians, and between Christians and the rest of the world are going to be dramatically re-drawn within the next two decades.  Modernity, Postmodernity, and Decadence in the West (yes, I mean that geographically) have dealt Christianity a series of troublesome blows.  These blows have the Roman Catholic church off-balance and reeling, and have broken to splinters the already fractured Protestant churches.  Oprah-Winfrey-spiritualism, church scandals, inventive readings of Scripture, and hot-button issues like homosexuality and female clergy have not just divided Christians from each other, but also made strange bed-fellows of Christians across denominations and traditions.

A couple years ago the Russian bishop Hilarion Alfeyev raised a call among the clergy in Western Europe to  unite against the rising tide of Postmodernism.  We need to be aware that we have one of the most important things in common; a common enemy.

With this in mind, I think we all need to take The Manhattan Declaration seriously. We’re all very used pointless and vacuous ecumenical statements and joint declarations.  The fact of the matter is that the parties that makes such declarations are never really any closer to unity after their declarations than before.  The Manhattan Declaration is different, largely because the goal isn’t ecumenical reconciliation.  It is survival.

It doesn’t take a crystal ball to see the threatening future that awaits us Christians.  Lawsuits about the use of “God” in the Pledge of Allegiance and on our money, while disheartening, are in themselves rather innocuous.  It is very likely that soon local, state, and federal government will be leveraged against Christians committed to staying faithful to Holy  Scriptures and Apostolic teaching.

Metropolitan Jonah and Bishop Basil, two of our most sensible and uncompromising Orthodox hierarchs, have signed the Declaration; reason enough to take it seriously.

The harrowing fact is that society sees traditional Christianity as a tyrant that has done nothing but start wars and stall progress.  (For a rebuttal to this, check out DBH’s new book.) Like the villagers in Beauty and the Beast they are incited against something true for reasons that are false.  They are not yet at the gates, but they’re reaching for their pitchforks.

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Article on OT

November 20, 2009

Feel free to journey over to Orthodoxy Today and read a post of mine that briefly appeared here.  The article necessitated certain generalizations; forgive me for their inherent shortcomings.

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Josh McDowell and Christian Solutions

November 12, 2009

I spent my day off with my Godsister Courtney and my Godson Christopher on a trip down to Tyler, TX.  We were charged to set up and man a table for a fantastic Christian summer conference at a Josh McDowell event at a  local Christian School/ church.  It’s not the first time that I’ve heard apologetics events like these, and not the first time I’ve heard one from McDowell.  I, like many other fine-arts oriented Christians, believe that “beauty will save the world”, and that there are strong limitations to Christian apologetics.

The Christian Apologetic mission is not limited because it is wrong, but because it’s a solution that often fits the problem it tries to face the way defensive driving classes fit speeding.  Information of this kind can influence behavior people are ambivalent about, but it will not change your life.

As a sophomore in High School I took a class called “Apologetics”, and for our main text we used McDowell’s A Ready Defense.  Though later on I would find some issues treated a little simply, for the most part the book was wonderfully helpful.  Truth be told, I believe that book saved me a lot of grief because it helped me to think through some issues and provided me with some credible reasons to believe Christianity was true.

It was not enough to save me from doubt and anxiety.  This was because my anxiety, like most people’s, didn’t have to do with the exact number of texts that attest to the historicity of Holy Scripture, or textual variances in certain manuscripts. No amount of McDowell or William Lane Craig can give to the human soul what Chesterton’s Orthodoxy or Lewis’ Till We Have Faces can.  These books do more than testify to the historical veracity of Christ, they reflect the One who is Truth and Beauty in their very makeup. The human being craves more than just information, and needs much more than the facts in order to mature and make good decisions.  Plato reminds us that there is a great discrepancy between knowledge and information, and what McDowell wanted to do — self admittedly– was to dispense information to the mass of Christian youths.

After McDowell’s apologetics greatest hits, he dedicated a session to sex and love.  You might think, as I did, that the information gushing was now likely to slow down and leave room for fatherly wisdom.  This was not the case;  McDowell started delivering the important statistics that teens are not usually told: how the number of STD’s has increased by hundreds of percents over the past decades, how condoms are only 70% effective, etc.  Certainly this is good to know, but does it solve the problem?

And this is what Courtney and I talked about in the car on the way back: what is this event, and those like it, trying to fix?  We might surmise that  this particular segment was trying to combat sexual activity among teens.  It would be naïve to think that this kind of solution would be greatly effective; keeping say, 50% of the teens in the crowd that would otherwise be fornicating with their serious significant other from doing so.  Certainly it is good, but is it a solution?

I don’t think it is a good solution because I don’t think the problem is the right one to treat.  The goal of stopping kids from having sex is a bad goal.  I say this not because I’m ambivalent about premarital sex or about teen health, but because such a goal cannot but come across as unwarranted policing.  To put my point into contrast, why not give skin cancer the same treatment we give STD’s?  It’s a problem that is easily cured by self-control, and knowing the risk may help temper kids vanity as they decided whether to join the rest of sunbathing crowd.  The answer is that there is much more to sex than health risks and divine commands.  Sex is a meaningful and precious thing, and its misuse is sorrowful; like spray paint on the Sistine Chapel.

The reason McDowell, and the others like him, grab a microphone and fill an auditorium with their young’uns is because they love them (however generally and abstractly) and want to see their lives develop into something wonderful.  Instead of calling the problem “teen sex” the problem is “helping awaken kids to the Good Life”.  Abstinence is just a part of living a meaningful and beautiful life.

That is why I shuddered when McDowell tried to separate ”love” from “sex” for the young crowd.  He was trying to help those who think that they must sleep with the person they love, and he thought the thing to do here is to make sure that the definition of “sex” and “love” did not overlap.  That’s why he said,

We call sex ‘making love’ but that is really a misnomer.  Love and sex are two VERY different things.  It is not ‘making love’.  It’s just getting it on!

I contend that the single greatest threat to our children is the withdrawal  of meaninglessness from their lives. Stealing meaning from sex by divorcing it from love is a recipe for disaster, even if it successfully keeps teens abstinent.  What kind of marriage do we want for our kids?  If sex is a rather meaningless activity that, by the way we should only engage in within the bounds of marriage while consider the significant health issues involved, then what human activity is meaningful?

I’m sure that if you asked any of the kids, parents, or teachers  in the audience if you thought that was what McDowell was driving at they would rush to his defense.  And they are right to do so insofar as he is not intending to further an agenda of meaninglessness.  However, statements like this have significant impact as part of the “dreadful tide” that mounts against the souls of this culture.

Add “Sex is just getting it on” to “Food is just fuel” as innocuous slogans that rot away a generations ability to find meaning, joy, and happiness in life.

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“Naive” and “Death By Church”

November 4, 2009

One of the things I’ve been tracking is the current Christian trend of hating religion and religious establishments.  Sometimes is takes rather hostile and aggressive tones (Derek Webb for example) while other times it takes the form of well meaning Christian encouragement and empathy. I say “encouragement and empathy”, because I’m not really sure what to make of books like Mike Erre’s Death By Church, and other such books.  Regardless of its goal and genre, Death By Church is certainly not pleased with institutionalized Christianity.  If anything it is organized Christianity that plays the part of the Big Bad Wolf as the Christian Red Riding Hood takes the Gospel to the mission field of Grandmother’s house.  But why is this, and how can it be that getting Red Riding Hoods together in a way that makes you file your taxes so often — apparently — creates an anti- Gospel monster?

Personally, I don’t think that it does; or at least that this happens automatically.  I think that there is a very common trendy perception that it does, and the straw man has been scotch-taped onto the real thing.  It’s a part-for-the-whole error, where the sins of the few create the perceived identity for the whole.  More importantly, this trendy habit created by kitsch universalists of the Hollywood variety has not only caught on but picked up steam in the Protestant world.  This is sad, though unsurprising, considering that this habit of mitigating the possibility of  the Church being the present body of believers who are being actively guided and corrected by Christ their Head through the Holy Spirit.  For many, and this includes Protestants, maturity looks like critiquing, and there’s a certain enthusiasm and self-satisfaction that criticism breeds.

Trust me.  As witnessed by this blog, I know the fruits of criticism well.

It certainly is not the case that there is nothing to criticize.  Erre’s shots are moderately delivered at just targets.  For him, Death By Church is a sign of love for the people of God. It is addressed to the church as a kind of warning sign.  This is where the confusion kicks in: that the mean Church is the thing killing the poor innocent Church.  Oh yeah, because the Church (institutional) is not the Church (invisible)?

All of this to say: hating religion and the institutional church (even if I don’t think it is the Church Christ Instituted) makes me sad.  Really, really sad.  It hit me again today when I was listening to the new album from one of my favorite bands, Sleeping at Last.  The song is called “Naive“, and as most S@L songs do, it tries to end hopefully.  I’ve posted the lyrics after the jump. Read the rest of this entry »

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Derek Webb: Stockholm Syndrome

October 24, 2009

The title says it all.

Derek Webb’s newest album bears the title Stockholm Syndrome; the term coined for when a hostage forms a bond with their captor, becoming loyal and defensive on behalf of the ones that abuse them. In this one title Webb has succinctly and clearly summed up the theme of not only his present album, but his last two albums and five years of work.

Many people are lauding the new album, which comes in and edited and “explicit” version because of the song “What Matters More”.  That’s right, Caedmon’s Call’s good ol’ Derek Webb, whose CD’s almost exclusively sell to a Christian audience has an explicit version of his album. Webb’s label, knowing that they were sending the album to Christian bookstores, balked at including a song that features two curses, including a certain unpleasantry that begins with “sh”.  The entire album can be listened to for free at his website.

I don’t think much needs to be made of Webb’s decision to curse on his album; or of his label’s reasonable decision to suppress the song. (Derek is giving away the song for free at his website anyway.) Webb has been almost unilaterally been praised for pushing the envelope in a way that gets his message across, but there is some reason to be suspicious.  As one of the founders of noisetrade.com, Derek has proved to be an adept, and bold marketer who targets niches.  If you think I’m taking this too far, just check out the crazy morse code videos he released in anticipation of Stockholm Syndrome.

Despite the kudos that keep rolling in, I can’t really find anyone who is lambasting Derek’s locker-room vocabulary.  Truth is, rather than cutting against the grain, Webb is just being hip. And being a cussing rebel is very Christian chic.

“What Matters More” asks the listener — in a rather, um, agitated manner — if they care more about the issue of homosexuality or… other things, like lots of people dying.  The philosopher in me cringes at this argument.   “Dear reader, what matters more to you: AIDS or husbands cheating on their wives? Genocide or child prostitution?”  Considering the fact that we naturally care about the problems in backyard first (as well we should), perhaps a better comparison would be something like, “What matters more to you: unemployment in Detroit or your child stealing from Walmart?”  All of them are bad questions.

Bad question or not, the song suffers from something even worse: it’s belittling.  Webb sounds, not like a strong truth-trumpeting prophet, but like a cowardly and sarcastic hatemonger.  Consider:

You say you always treat people like you like to be
I guess you love being hated for your sexuality
You love when people put words in your mouth
‘Bout what you believe, make you sound like a freak
‘Cause if you really believe what you say you believe
You wouldn’t be so damn reckless with the words you speak…

Anyone who hears the song from the perspective of the audience can’t help but be offended, while those who listen and are not offended are joining Derek in casting the first stone.

And again…

If I can tell what’s in your heart by what comes out of your mouth
Then it sure looks to me like being straight is all it’s about
It looks like being hated for all the wrong things
Like chasin’ the wind while the pendulum swings
‘Cause we can talk and debate until we’re blue in the face
About the language and tradition that he’s comin’ to save
Meanwhile we sit just like we don’t give a shit
About 50,000 people who are dyin’ today
Tell me, brother, what matters more to you?
Tell me, sister, what matters more to you?

Apparently Derek is so upset about homosexuality that he is just fine presenting a false dilemma to his audience and insulting them for good measure.  I’m not sure what good he thinks that is going to do, but it looks like “what matters more” to Mr. Webb is keeping things punchy and stirred up; more than serious and thoughtful lyrics about important and immediate problems.  If it wasn’t for Webbs’  CCM reputation this song would be a considered just a poor man’s version of Third Eye Blind’s “About to Break”.

My disappointment with Stockholm Syndrome doesn’t end with “What Matters More”, but is also highlighted by the swing-fused “Freddie, Please” — a seriously toned take-down of spite filled nut-job pastor Fred Phelps.  Yes Derek, we know that “God Hates Fags” signs are a horrible, horrible thing that has caused pain and harm to many people.  Phelps is shameful.  We all know he’s shameful. You really don’t have to waste your wind in him; there are far more important issues.  Oh, and please spare us from a scathing attack on Kim Jung Il and Jeffery Dahmer.

The in-your-face bluntness that made the confessional “I Repent” one of your most convicting and sober songs has gone off the rails.  Now you’re just spitefully preaching to us about tolerance, which you like to call Love.

Don’t worry, conservatively minded Christians aren’t the only ones Webb takes aim at.  He follows up “What Matters More” by stringing together a strident medley that accuses America of all kinds of injustices.  From what might be the most poetic song on the album, “The Proverbial Gun”.

Now I can buy the proverbial gun
And shoot the proverbial child
When my uncle looks me in the eye
And speaks of freedom
My conscience goes up on trial
In the courtrooms of the mind
Where the judges all have sons
And all the lawyers are wounded
And the backs are all broke
And the bailiff is my brother
And the witness is my sister
And I’m guilty as hell
And by the afternoon I’m out
On the pavement walking
Reeking of salt and blood
No hat upon my head
No shoes upon my feet
Picking your body from my teeth
No stars above me
No stripes upon me

Free

While I think that Stockholm Syndrome’s comparisons to Kid A are undue, it is by far the best thing he has done musically since She Must And Shall Go Free, and maybe even as far back as Long Line of Leavers.  The insightful and  complex and “I Love /Hate You” captures some of the confusion and paradoxes of a romantic relationship. (Read in the context of the rest of the album’s Stockholm Syndrome theme, the song can be seen simply as perverse false love, and loses all its profundity.  But I’ll give Webb the benefit of the doubt here: he’s earned it when it comes to songs about women.) Webb’s synth sound fits somewhere between Radiohead and The Notwist, yet the chill hypnotic feel from the other bands is not to be had.  Sure it’s ear candy, but the lyrics grab and blister with their thinly veiled accusations.  Perhaps this is what Limp Bizkit would have sounded like it they had stuck around.

The title says it all: and what Derek is saying with Stockholm Syndrome is that we have mistakenly fallen in love with our abusers, who are America (“God bless these bombs/Baptize this rope/Lie with us in the bed we’ve made”) and the Conservative Christian Establishment.  Webb alone is — as a friend described it — is above the fray.  Nowhere does he empathize with those in dilemma; just judges when it can’t all be roses. He really seems to think that we are two blinded by the Syndrome to realize that Fred Phelps is not a good role model, and that we should “want the Father and not a vending machine”.  I want to commend honest and gutsy artists, but I don’t see Webb’s voice being much of  a minority.  As Chesterton is wont to remind us, in order to criticize something you first have to love it.  Webb sees himself removed himself from the situation entirely– or at least that how he sounds– and sits more in the position of a judge than a encouraging coach or stern father.

I have taken a good hard at all his albums since I See Things Upside Down, and I cannot claim to know what Derek asks from his listeners.  Surely we can’t “fix” Fred Phelps, and many of us are working very hard to combat what is wrong with America.  His exhortation has turned to berating.  And berating someone for something they are not responsible for and cannot do anything about is abuse.  And in this case at least, I am not a victim of the Stockholm Syndrome.

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St. Maximus on Philosophy

October 21, 2009

I’ve been working on a review of Derek Webb’s new album, Stockholm Syndrome, and an article on the recent OCA/ ACNA conference at Nashota House, but I wanted to briefly share a quote from St. Maximus the Confessor on the good of philosophy.  I ran into it while reading through Andrew Louth’s book on St. Maximus.

The passage is from Difficulty 10, which tries to dissolve the tension between philosophy and ascetic struggle, and the knowledge gained by both.  In a move characteristic of Orthodoxy, he refuses to allow the physical and the immaterial to be divorced from each other, calling to mind the reasonable movements of our bodies.

For the movement of the body is ordered by reason, which by correct thinking restrains, as by a bridle, any turning aside towards what is out of place, and the rational and sensible choice of what is thought and judged is reckoned to contemplation, like a most radiant light manifesting truth itself through knowledge.  By these two especially every philosophical virtue is created and protected and by them is manifest through the body, though not wholly.

Frankly, I was expecting  a move towards union in the opposite way; because philosophical investigation– like any other artistic act– is an act of ascetic striving.  The truth of this St. Maximus does not deny, and the union of reasoning in our daily bodily movements informs my more mundane observation.  Discipline in one’s physical actions reveals health in one’s rational and contemplative mind.  Rational movement is part of the prudent life. Prudence and profound thoughts are not just relatives, but close kin.

St. Maximus continues by talking of “the grace of philosophy” and how it wonderfully subtracts from our unfortunate state of disrepair.  Once rid of these entanglements we primed for the ascetical struggle that is so much of the righteous life.

For philosophy is not limited by a body, since it has the character of divine power, but it has shadowy reflections, in those who have been stripped through the grace of philosophy to become imitators of the godlike conduct of God-loving men.  Through participation in the Good they too have put off the shamefulness of evil to become worthy of being portions of God, through assitance they needed from those empowered, and having received it they make manifest in the body through ascetic struggle the virtuous disposition that is hidden in the depths of the soul.  So they become all things to all men and in all things make present to all the providence of God, and thus are a credit to God-loving men.

For Plato, Wittgenstein, and now St. Maximus, the role of philosophy is not to add something missing to the human being, but to keep us where we need to be: in humility, wonder, and holiness.

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The Devolution of Derek Webb

October 11, 2009

Few songwriters have had more impact on my life than Derek Webb.  I distinctly remember the first time I heard “Center Isle”.  I didn’t know that songs could do that to you: give you all the slow sweetness of the personal nostalgia to a place you’ve never been with people you don’t know, and hit you like a Mac Truck.  I remember sharing his “Standing up for Nothing” with some of my fellow high school Freshmen, and they all just sat there like all the air had been sucked out of the room.

And it just got better. 40 Acres ushered in “Faith My Eyes”, which is probably my favorite of Derek’s songs, and a song that never far from my favorite playlists. I remember seeing Caedmon’s Call in concert right before Long Line of Leavers, showing up early to see Derek play guitar by himself for about an hour and half before the show started.  During that show the band would turn over the stage entirely to Derek for a couple of songs; and I distinctly remember him unveiling “Can’t Lose You” there.  Judging by all the times I’ve played “What You Want” and “Somewhere North” I didn’t think he could ever lose me either.

Derek’s career would reach a watershed in 2003 when he released his first solo album, She Must and Shall Go Free.  The album, recorded during his engagement, is an intense reflection on the idea of marriage as it relates to the Christ and His Bride, the Church.  Musically reminiscent of a backwoods Sunday service, and lyrically commanding Webb left us with several passionate and profound songs. Chiefly mentioned of these is “Wedding Dress“, the chorus of which is “I am a whore I do confess, but I put you on just like a wedding dress, and run down the isle to you.”  I’m more personally fond of “Lover”and “Beloved” (yeah, I know it sounds redundant, but hey its theme album!) and “The Church”.  One of the most resonant ideas on the album is that the Church communal is His Bride, and not individual Christians.  ”You cannot care for me, with no regard for her, if you love me you will love the Church.”

She Must and Shall Go Free was followed up by I See Things Upside Down and the EP The House Show, which contains more preaching than singing.  When I heard “I Repent“, which appears on both albums, I immediately ditched the other song I had been planning on playing for church for it.  The song was received as it was intended; as a “thank you” for a needed slap across the face.

There’s only so much loving that can be delivered in the form of a punch in the face though, and Derek began to make a habit of it.  One of the throw-a-way songs from I See Things Upside Down is “T-shirts“; a cheap criticism on the easy target of Christian sloganeering.  More disappointing is Derek’s 2005 Mockingbird, a rather unthoughtful apolgetic for disliking America and George Bush.  Also, with the exception of the  title track, the album is musically uninspired and has disappeared into the recesses of my coat closet.

For the first time Webb seemed angry, and self righteous.  His usually provocative lyrics culminated this time in the entirely unhelpful anthem “Love is Not Against the Law“.  Sure I couldn’t disagree with Webb, but I couldn’t agree with him either, mostly because he wasn’t saying anything very coherent or meaningful.  The album didn’t strike me as controversial, thoughtful, or even interesting, just basically vapid. Other than the title track, the album gets pretty much no play time from me.

2007’s The Ringing Bell is perhaps only a little better of a sample from the same vein. Webb, in usual outcast tone, sings of the inability of children to learn when you “stack them like lumber” and don’t feed them.  I can indulge these sort of heavy-handed obvious statements if they build to a legitimate payoff, but when the album was over, no payoff came.  I was officially unenthusiastic, and I didn’t think much about Derek Webb and his career.

That is, till Stockholm Syndrome hit the airwaves: or rather, when it didn’t.  But that story will have to wait for another day.

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“The New Evangelical Scandal”

September 30, 2009

I commend to you a lengthly but  interesting article in The City by fellow Biolan Matt Anderson about the current state of Protestantism and what he calls the “new Evangelical scandal”.  Matthew is a good example of certain ilk of the Biola graduate population; one who feels the responsibility to shape what it means to be Evangelical, and usher in the next (and more enduring) breed of Evangelicals, one that is centered in a strong traditional identity.  Wanting to get away from the term “Protestant” (which is essentially reactive in its meaning) and unwilling to limit themselves to those circles ambiguously called “Reformed” (also reactive in definition), these folks aspire to be the vision-casters that galvanize the next generation of Christians.  Many of my close friends share this aspiration — with varying degrees of party-lineness — and these sharp and winsome thinkers stand to offer American Protestantism a great deal of direction and wisdom.

This project has some really tricky edges to it.  For starters, it is largely in-house, and I get the sense that this is pretty much the extent their vision.  They take the old argument that the product of the Protestant Reformation produced has yet to be defined as their rallying cry of opportunity, insisting that the new evangelical ethos is marked by a desire to reform evangelicalism from within”.  The ins and outs aside, the project is more or less aims to replace “Protestantism”, and therefore it is essentially ecumenical.  Since what they are aiming to helm is the entity that stands definitionally apart from Roman Catholicism and Orthodoxy the project’s ecumenical implications must be considered, something only one of my friends seems to have seriously considered.    This is why articles like this one are conspicuously absent of a mention of  what is to be done with Anglicanism.  After all the title “Protestant” has gladly been applied to some Anglicans, and refused by others — what is their role in this proposed new iteration?

It is not unimportant that the article begins with politics, in the form of a recap of the past presidential election and the trends of the Evangelical voting block.  As telling as it is, I find it uninteresting at best, and perhaps even a bit misguided.  After all, much of what Matt calls the Evangelical voting block includes Roman Catholics and Orthodox Christians like yours truly. True, the article is meant for those inside Evangelicalism, but mistakes such as these reinforce the sense that the new Evangelicals consider themselves the only relevant American Christianity, which in turn reveals a drastic misunderstanding of the Other Two.

To be sure there is much more of interest in the article that just its ecumenical fallout, including a harsh illustration of the current generation of Protestant Christians as a trend-obsessed culture surfer, and several different levels of ironic behavior from well meaning Evangelicals. According to Anderson the threats seem to be twofold, a general dissolution of the “Evangelical” identity (as foreshadowed by the current Evangelical unenthusiasm for the Republican party) and outright exodus to the Other Two.  Says Matthew,

While young evangelicals are still flocking to the altar, they are taking their time to do it—and exploring their options along the way.

In addition to their political, national, and familial affiliations, young evangelicals have slowly moved away from identifying with their own theological systems and heritage (the trend of evangelical converts to Anglicanism that Robert Webber first noted has not abated—if anything, it has expanded toward Rome and Constantinople). Such conversions belie, I think, evangelicalism’s failure to articulate its own theological distinctives and advantages and its rich intellectual and spiritual heritage. Few young evangelicals who convert have read—much less heard of—the writings of John Wesley, Andrew Murray, A.W. Tozer or other giants of the evangelical past (one wonders whether the new evangelical leaders like Rick Warren, Bill Hybels, Rob Bell and others have read them). And even fewer evangelicals are inclined to give the tradition in which they were raised the benefit of the doubt, to see the errors and problems and remain regardless.

All this bodes badly for the future of evangelicalism. In the face of declining partisanship, patriotism, and eroding family ties, young evangelicals have increasingly turned away from their roots in search of a sense of grounding and stability. They have the intelligence to notice the flaws, but often lack the charity and the patience to work to fix them.

Having been in Anderson’s shoes, I understand where he is coming from and how sensible this analysis might seem.  However, since I am just such a convert from Protestantism, and because I know a good deal of people in the Other Two  who have come from there, I have to say that here Matthew is entirely off the mark. I know of no convert to the Other Two that would fit his analysis of the situation.  This is not to say that I don’t know converts who haven’t read Tozer and Wesley, and I even know a few that exhibited the lack of patience and commitment for Protestantism that Anderson bemoans.  The picture that Matt paints is a conversion of rootless kind of drifting into someplace other than Protestantism; one that could be stopped if the roots were just pointed out.  To be honest, I share Matt’s analysis as it relates to Anglicanism: I know plenty of happenstantial Anglicans who started out in the more mainline Protestant milue, and whose attendence there would likely have been retained if people would follow Anderson’s advice.

In his usual fashion, Anderson uses irony as a means of critique.

All this, ironically, signals the triumph of western individualism on the evangelical (and post-evangelical) mind. The renewed focus on community and on institutional structures is still grounded in the decisionism that has always marked evangelicalism. The fact that we are born as Americans—or as evangelicals—is unimportant. What is important is that we choose to be patriotic, that we choose to be Republican, that we choose to be evangelicals (or emergent, or Catholic, or Presbyterian)—and that we make that choice independent from and irrespective of any tradition that may have shaped us.

The young evangelical fashions himself into his own preferred identity, and then finds others who have done likewise. More often than not, this results in a rejection of the traditions—political or otherwise—in which younger evangelicals were raised.

In other words, as the traditional identity shaping institutions have eroded or become passé, young evangelicals have turned to carving out their own identities.

If the problem is that the usual American institutions that held the Evangelical identity in place are now weak, uncool, or gone, than the obvious solution is to rebuild this institutions to be strong, hip, and present.  This looks like a restructuring of the Republican Party, schools and Universities.  Somehow the voluntary choosing of a corporate Evangelical identity by creating the traditions that shape it does not strike me as being less ironic that the Evangelical hipster who strolls out of the Republicanized pew of the Southern Baptists and into an Emergent church or one of the Other Two.

Anderson’s argument reads like a strange reiteration of the famous Chesterton quote: “Evangelicalism has not been tried and found wanting , it has been found uncool and not tried.” Yet I, like so many others, not only “tried” it, but immersed ourselves in it.  Still we left; not primarily because Evangelicalism was lacking, but because the Church was beckoning.

When Anderson extols the virtues of the Evangelical tradition I tend to agree with him. I appreciate the heritage, history, and writings of many of the same Protestant authors.  I too am frustrated with those who off-handedly dismiss what is good and commendable about America, Republicanism, and main line Protestant churches.  Yet the headstones and tomes huddled inside Matthew’s camp is not a tradition that can compare to the Other Two.  When people encounter Holy Tradition and the need for it, Evangelicalism just will not do.  Evangelicalism is not something that a generation of healthy Ravi Zacharias trends and a strong Republican Party can make stand shoulder to shoulder against Roman Catholicism, traditional Anglicanism, and Orthodoxy.  This is not about numbers and influence. No amount of attendance and/ or money will make Anderson’s religious party into the Tradition that many of his friends have found.  This is why there is so little  of the regret among converts to the Other Two that Protestants expect: it’s not like changing from one cell-phone carrier to another, it’s saying yes when someone asks you if you want to be plugged into the Living Tradition that produced Holy Scripture.

Several times Anderson speaks of the distinctives that Evangelicalism has to offer, and suggests that these distinctives are what give contour to the Evangelical tradition.  Yet, one of the commonly held distinctions of the tradition he promotes is a mitigation of the what tradition is, and how it relates to what is Holy (Scripture and people’s justification).  Anderson wants to have his cake and eat it to.  He argues that his party should be considered a valuable alternative to other traditions based on distinctives that remove it from being a tradition in any meaningful way outside of his own Evangelical circle.  Moreover, it is the American/ Protestant virtue of taking personal responsibility that offers ex- Protestants the license to leave, and this is part of the tradition Anderson wants to see extolled. This, of course, I find ironic.

All of this points to a fundamental misunderstanding of the Other Two.  When Anderson says that the Evangelical’s “great hope and promise—both in the past and now—is its vibrant energy, missionary impulse, and its deep commitment to the authority of Scripture” he fails in showing us anything truly distinctive.  This failure is even more of a let down because of the beguiling statement that “one could reasonably argue that the distinctives of evangelicalism are such that it is exactly where intellectuals ought to be, and that they have an obligation to remain evangelical.”

What interests me in this article is not simply the Orthodox/ Evangelical ax I perpetually grind, but a fascination on the movements of Protestantism in general.  It’s intriguing that values that endure, and those that don’t.  From the four letter words and phrases that seem to have be banned from the time of Moses to the acceptance of theater and movie-going, from the anathematizing of tattoos to their youth-pastor trendiness, from the desire for acceptance among the broader culture to the establishment of the CCM sub-culture, what Protestantism is up to is just plain interesting.  It has many good things to offer, but the only way for it to be the Church is for the Church to be something else entirely; something not real and Holy and authoritative.