Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Confessions, Mad Max, Emergent Churches, and Tina Turner

Confession time...drats.  Actually, something I really want to strive to do with this aspect of the blog is to be as unvarnished as possible.  I really want to be able to share the experience in as much as I can while being respectful of those around me; so "confession time" will probably be a regular aspect of this.  So what do I have to confess?  The last few days that I've spent at Grace I have seen a different side to the neighborhood...not to mention, it appears at least one of the occupants of the "heroine house" has taken notice of me.  There is an element that does seem to warrant the fears loved ones, friends, and colleagues keep sharing which hadn't really presented itself in my first days at the church.  There's an awful lot of folks that just seem to be doing nothing but milling around the sidewalks of the neighborhood.  So far it seems when the "millers" are most prevalent is when the neighborhood children are least prevalent.  I haven't been there long enough to know whether or not there is validity in these initial observations, but I do think it bears watching.  So what is my confession?  There might be a little more element of danger than I was willing to acknowledge early on.  Does this mean I'm dissuaded?  Giggle...you do know me right?  I'm still out there walking, talking, and smiling; albeit with a little more sensitivity to the inner warning bells.

As I drove home tonight, thinking about these things, I found myself thinking about "Thunderdome" of Mad Max fame.  A few years back when "Emergent Churches/theology" were all the rage (blecch) I used to joke with my friends and my beautiful wife that someday when success in ministry had made me not only physically fat and lazy, but also theologically fat and lazy, I would leave behind orthodoxy forever to start my own emergent church.  It of course would have to have a cool, edgy name.  I decided on "Thunderdome" because of my affinity for Mad Max and of course the brothers Boanerges, James and John.  I used to joke of how outside the "church" we'd have gas powered flames shooting high into the air...yeah, it would have been awesome lol.  So much so, I could see some enterprising knucklehead running with the idea; just know if you do, you are also agreeing to meet me in the Thunderdome...I'm totally not joking...not even a little...smiling...but not joking.  I still may want to revisit that idea someday.

As I though about that, I also began to think about the idea that we are stepping into a spiritual and perhaps a real Thunderdome of sorts as we prepare to start reaching into the darkness.  I find that exciting and exhilarating.  Two of the things that I've proclaimed throughout the build up to this appointment was that I wanted to be where I could do what I've coined "Jesus" ministry in the spirit of His penchant to hang with the marginalized, the "unclean", and the despised.  The other thing?  Well, it goes hand in hand with the first.  I want to be where the Gospel has immediate currency to "free the captives".  An idea and power that seems to be waning in the Church universal where our prison cells tend to be a little too comfortable to concern ourselves with; the moment we invite Jesus into our cells to join us rather than to free us; well, perhaps I'll write more on that later (I'm still cantankerous after all). This is the type of Thunderdome I want to be in; I want to be with the captives who need to be introduced to the Christ of scripture.

Needless to say, as I thought about all of this, it was with Tina Turner's theme song for Thunderdome playing in the background of my mind. (I love Tina Turner by the way lol)


The lyrics are especially poignant...

OUT OF THE RUINS
OUT FROM THE WRECKAGE
CAN`T MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE THIS TIME
WE ARE THE CHILDREN
THE LAST GENERATION
WE ARE THE ONES THEY LEFT BEHIND
AND I WONDER WHEN WE ARE EVER GONNA CHANGE
LIVING UNDER THE FEAR, TILL NOTHING ELSE REMAINS

WE DON`T NEED ANOTHER HERO
WE DON`T NEED TO KNOW THE WAY HOME
ALL WE WANT IS LIFE BEYOND
THUNDERDOME

LOOKING FOR SOMETHING WE CAN RELY ON
THERE`S GOTTA BE SOMETHING BETTER OUT THERE
LOVE AND COMPASSION, THEIR DAY IS COMING
ALL ELSE ARE CASTLES BUILT IN THE AIR
AND I WONDER WHEN WE ARE EVER GONNA CHANGE
LIVING UNDER THE FEAR TILL NOTHING ELSE REMAINS

ALL THE CHILDREN SAY
WE DON`T NEED ANOTHER HERO
WE DON`T NEED TO KNOW THE WAY HOME
ALL WE WANT IS LIFE BEYOND
THUNDERDOME

SO WHAT DO WE DO WITH OUR LIVES?
WE LEAVE ONLY A MARK
WILL OUR STORY SHINE LIKE A LIGHT?
OR END IN THE DARK?
GIVE IT ALL OR NOTHING


WE DON`T NEED ANOTHER HERO
WE DON`T NEED TO KNOW THE WAY HOME
ALL WE WANT IS LIFE BEYOND
THUNDERDOME
Welcome to Thunderdome.

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