How evangelicals lost me, and why I may go back (pt1)
Authors note: There are two crowds I want to address before I start into this. The first crowd is much closer to “home” than the second, and in the same vein they’re more likely to read this than the second. To those that would bemoan this as covering the same ground, forgive me, as I know we have indeed covered this before, but due to some recent trending I’ve noticed in my traffic sources, I’m attracting a touch more attention from my former circles than I had before, thus I want to address them. To the second group: Those that may have a personal stake in any of the following posts, you don’t have to listen to me, I don’t know if I would listen to me, but here’s what I have to say, read or ignore it.

I’ve mentioned before, I haven’t been to an actual church service in over a year, before that I don’t remember the last time I actually attended one. I’ve been out of the evangelical church for quite some time, and attempting to disconnect from it for far longer, but try as I might (or perhaps I really don’t try hard enough… we’ll touch on that later) I find myself still… connected somewhat to the institution. Over the next few posts (read that as: when I have a break from coursework that enables me to spend any time on this) I’m going to address a few of these issues that began my drive away.
The first I want to touch on is music. Please note, I did not call this worship, but music. If your first response was “oh I think you meant worship” then you’re probably part of the problem. Don’t worry, I was there once as well. In fact, let’s talk about it!
The whole issue started my senior year in high school, its when I first realized that the church was failing to speak to what was going on in my life. By all means I shouldn’t have reached that point, I was on all the various leadership teams throughout my middle/high school days, I was part of the “worship” band for the years, I had attended (nearly) every camp, discipleship now, mission trip, choir tour, and retreat that the church had offered me.
But, in the end, I was empty. Instead of building a foundation on this, I had been given a foundation reminiscent of this photo. I understand the allure represented in “cool” worship environments, I’m part of a generation that fell in love with them, the problem is this is not actually a foundation that promotes any sort of lasting change. It’s a hook, you’re suppose to come for the sweet action “worship” and leave after filling the “God shaped hole.” (I do not however believe in the “God shaped hole,” but for the purpose of this exercise we’ll continue to use that phrase) The problem is, instead of leaving with the “God shaped hole” filled, you’re given an emotion driven experience, one that can be thrilling and powerful, but not lasting. Instead of pulling the hook and hitting somewhere around Jesus, we end up becoming hooked on the emotional experience derived from our music sessions.
Eventually you reach a point numbness, while you may still have feeling in the singing, you’re grasping at straws, hoping to catch that emotional high so easily provided on a weekly basis. I remember growing up hearing a dating sermon(? he probably wouldn’t call it a sermon, a lesson is probably the word he’d use) talking about the law of diminishing returns, where you’d progressively go farther with your significant other to get that emotional high you got from the first time you kissed. The same mechanic applies here, except often times there are no “higher” outlets, instead we’re left with the same thing week… after week… after week… after week… after week… after week… after week… after week…
Now, before everyone gets too deep in a fuss, I’m not actually advocating we do away with either music, or the band. Instead I’m advocating (asking, pleading, begging) for a second look to be taken at where this is going. Explore alternatives, wake up to what’s going on, and give your parishioners (Students, laity, pew sitters?) something to actually think about. Take the option to just fade into the same routine and throw it out.
A couple ideas you say? Sure, I’ll give it a shot.
I remember while I was in a high school band we actually explored this idea, we removed the band from the stage, put a simple wooden cross up on the stage, set up in the back, and played that way. No focus on the cool band, no pretty flashing lights, nothing. A simple cross. A cross. The cross. It’s a jarring sight not to have that familiar band up on the stage, but when you replace the former object of (at least your eyes) attention with a symbol such as the cross, you start to think. It brings you back.
Speak. We (the evangelical church— wow… I just referred to myself as part of the evangelical church again, I dunno if I really am or not, perhaps that was only a slip of the fingers… perhaps not) have lost the art of speaking actual adoration for God. I know a few High Church people who were powerfully affected (beyond just emotion, a deep affect) when they explored our Low Church singing experiences. Let’s put the opposite into play within our own communities, and explore the spoken word. If you’re not a fan of liturgies, then speak the songs you sing, speaking/hearing actual words instead of melodies affects the brain in a drastic way.
Drop the light show. I know I lose a lot of fans on this one, but come on! Is it really necessary? Does it really draw anyone to a point of introspection and relation to God? Or does it simply highlight a purposeful emotional manipulation? If the songs we sing are actually powerful (lyrically) to bring that relation to God, do we actually need the light show or the fancy pants backgrounds? I don’t quite think so.
Last one… Cut back on the music. In the process of mixing in liturgies, other spoken word, visual explorations (ie ART), and any other way to reflect on God we’ve ignored, lessen the music, by hitting us with so much of it, you leave little choice but to make us ignore it. Oh sure, we’ll be there, but we’re ignoring it, or we’re listening to the killer guitar player hit some freakin’ hot licks, instead of focusing on any sort of relation the words have to our relationship with God.
I typed half of this up yesterday, and then was pointed to this post by the iMonk this morning, which touches on the same topic. It’s certainly worth a look (and reminded me of that brilliant ASBO comic which I surreptitiously put into the top of my post as well. (Yup! I steal ideas!)
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