Storefront Churches

Our local dead tree newspaper had a story on storefront Churches today. The pastors seemed quite pleased to be doing something so edgy. “It helps us connect with people who are uncomfortable with traditional church experiences,” said Jeff Mikels, pastor of Lafayette Community Church. “Our space looks like a coffee shop and it’s right next to a fitness center.”

Trouble is, edgy is so passé now. Storefronts and praise bands are the new “traditional.”

You can ask Rachel Held Evans, the ne plus ultra of subversive commercialized submission and quotable pablum about Evangelical Millennials:

Time and again, the assumption among Christian leaders, and evangelical leaders in particular, is that the key to drawing twenty-somethings back to church is simply to make a few style updates  edgier music, more casual services, a coffee shop in the fellowship hall, a pastor who wears skinny jeans, an updated Web site that includes online giving.
But here’s the thing: Having been advertised to our whole lives, we millennials have highly sensitive BS meters, and we’re not easily impressed with consumerism or performances.
In fact, I would argue that church-as-performance is just one more thing driving us away from the church, and evangelicalism in particular.
Many of us, myself included, are finding ourselves increasingly drawn to high church traditions Catholicism, Eastern Orthodoxy, the Episcopal Church, etc. precisely because the ancient forms of liturgy seem so unpretentious, so unconcerned with being “cool,” and we find that refreshingly authentic.
What millennials really want from the church is not a change in style but a change in substance.

There. She said it. I believe it. That settles it.

You can take that to the bank. Or she can take it to the bank.

Whatever. She probably doesn’t mean it anyway.

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“The remarks made in this essay do not represent scholarly research. They are intended as topical stimulations for conversation among intelligent and informed people.” (Gerhart Niemeyer)

Some succinct standing advice on recurring themes.

Sunday, 9/29/13

  1. An Orthodoxen at WYD
  2. Infallibility (and another useless doctrine)
  3. Putin the cultural conservative
  4. Corruptio optimimi pessima
  5. Admiring “Jesus,” albeit an imaginary one
  6. A Protestant Pope?
  7. First (and last) Miley Cyrus thought
  8. Pope Francis and Right-Wing Catholics

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Working past 65

I can’t help but notice the spate of glowing articles about people working past age 65. Both the business page (Gosh! Older workers can be very energetic and creative!) and page D-1 (“Who says you have to retire at 65?”) of our Sunday paper touted the glories of not retiring, or of retiring while continuing to work.

This continues the fine American tradition begun maybe a hundred years ago with articles like “Who says moms have to stay home with the kids?” and “Gosh! Women and children can sew garments in dim light and oppressive heat with the best of ’em!”

Kidding aside, I do truly have some issues, religious and otherwise, with the Standard American Retirement Reflex. I don’t want to retire until I know what new challenges I’ll take up (current front-runners: travel, gourmet cooking and more regular exercise). But these stories have a whiff of “making a virtue of necessity” to them. And I suspect that <synecdoche> the Chamber of Commerce</synecdoche> is smiling knowingly at this PR coup.

Be it remembered, however, that once upon a time, in a land far, far away spiritually, it was not thought that universal participation in the money-paid workforce was a thing ardently to be desired. Indeed, the “Family Wage” was the progressive desiderata for a time, and I consider it a mark of our gullibility and collective amnesia that we now pine for a “living wage” and think that life is incomplete without the goods shit we can buy if we – Whoa! What a great idea! – pool two or more living wages under one roof. Look! Kim Kardashian! Chaz Bono! American Idol! Shiny! (HT Mark Shea)

The beast feeds itself. Mrs. Jones goes to work, the first on her block to do so. Before the Jones kids have become notably delinquent, the Joneses have compiled an admirable pile of goods shit we could buy if Mrs. Tipsy would go to work, too. And then the next family down the block follows suit, and before too long, nobody feels they can survive on a single wage. And maybe they really can’t (unless the Missus aggressively gardens, cans and freezes, and what kind of middle-class family still does that?! It’s barbaric!) because the extra worker supply has driven down wages.

And retirement savings? Out of the question! What say we just keep on working? Life is meaningless without a nice paycheck anyway.

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“The remarks made in this essay do not represent scholarly research. They are intended as topical stimulations for conversation among intelligent and informed people.” (Gerhart Niemeyer)

Some succinct standing advice on recurring themes.