Let me fortell the future for a minute. Feel free to dig up my bones and burn them if this doesn’t turn out to be so.
Everything goes pop. Pop art, pop psychology, pop politics, pop history, pop cuisine, pop philosophy, pop religion, heck, even pop tarts.
But eventually (and it can be a long time coming – a slow, slow train) there’s backlash. A generation comes along that’s had it with empty promises, unfilled expectations and the obvious lies that have propped up the institution that has grown up around a transient pop expression of something real.
Recently I heard a futurist, not a church goer, who said that from everything he’s seeing the Church building of the future will look like the little bungalow tucked into the middle of your residential block. I suspect he’s right.
I really think the way ahead is to go back.
I used to be part of something called “The Restoration Movement”. The premise was that we needed to get back to the Bible, doing things the New Testament Church way. Ultimately the folly of the movement is seen in the vast number of splits that have occurred over time. It turns out that we aren’t asked to get back to what the New Testament says but what “we” say the New Testament says and “we” keep splintering over exactly what that is.
That’s not the kind of “back” I’m talking about.
This is the kind of “back”.