Many have called Emergent Christianity the faith of heretics. Others have defended it in argumentative interviews and blog posts. I will do neither. I aim to look at the ideas both views present. It is not the institutional religion of either sect I care about. It is the ideas, and how they can go into effect, that really matters.
My first idea struck me one night at my parents’ house. I’ve spent the last year out on my own, away to University. In response to my new life, I built a new foundation, a new core set of values, and a whole new persona to go with this Colby who lives alone. It’s a life very different from the one my parents’ and their household have. Before we go further, though, I want to give you an idea of what my parents’ household is like. Here is who lives there:
- Dad, head of the household and elder at the church the family is a part of.
- Mom, stay-at-home who left her job to help her brother.
- Sister, senior in high school and Culinary Arts hopeful. The middle child.
- Sister, sophomore in a different high school and American History buff. The youngest child.
- Grandma, maternal side. Her husband died and she moved off of the ranch, selling it to my parents. She now lives back on the not quite two-acre ranch in a mobile home.
- Uncle, maternal side and previous top official at Boeing. A stroke created a blood clot in his brain. It left his right side immobile; he is unable to speak. His wife abandoned him. He is currently in the process of relearning how to talk and move his right side.
If I were looking from the outside I would commend this family for taking care of their son/uncle/brother. And it is a commendable thing. Kind of.
Back to my idea. I discovered that their life is nothing like mine. My life, though crammed tight with homework and a job at the school newspaper, is stress-free. Sometimes I sleep for five hours a night. This can go on for many nights Others I spend doing hours of math homework only to get nowhere. But I love it anyway. I’ve purposefully made the highest goal in my life to love people.
Where my previous goal was to graduate University with a 4.0 I now strive to talk to those I don’t want to. To get to know the real person inside. I’m not perfect, but it’s the journey that counts. This atmosphere I’ve created is one of love. Or rather, it’s one bent on learning how to love. It’s the journey that counts. At my parents’ house it’s another story. I feel like I could break the tension with one mispronounced word as easy as an iron man can snap a corncob. I’m not sure why this is. That’s why I’ve written up this post.
I’m going to take this situation and imagine what each side - anti-emergent and emergent - would say about the situation. In a final post I’ll make my decision about what/who I agree with. I must warn you, though, that this won’t be what you expect. I can tell you right now I won’t agree with either ‘side.’ Instead I’ll take the ideas from both and somehow mesh them together. Will this be right? Probably not. Will this be wrong? Probably not.
But that’s not what counts. I’m not a person that believes it’s all about where you’re going. I believe it’s about how you get there. It’s about the ideas, events, people and things you experience along the way.
In short, it’s the journey that counts.