I was talking to a Russian friend recently about American culture, explaining to him my fascination with other peoples and other cultures. I was telling him that American culture has been developed into a tool the sole purpose of which is to make people buy things. It has no enduring value because it is ever going out of style, and must ever re-invent itself in order to continue to grow the profits and sales of its masters. It is a culture of advertising jingles. To prove my point, I asked him (he is an avid watcher of TV) to name at least five ad jingles that he knew by heart. He laughed and said that he could easily name twenty.
American culture is intrinsically tacky, being nothing more than a marketing tool. And this culture has infected the American evangelical church something fierce. When I say this, I know that such a statement attracts a heartfelt Amen from many who are just as disgusted as I am. Yet there are some out there whose “Amens” scare me to death. These are people who say, “TH in SoC, we are just like you in your disgust toward the modern American evangelical church. We also reject it. But we have a solution...” They begin describing their “solution” by saying that the Church has fallen away from true Biblical principles. Then they state that through deep and intensive Bible study (combined, in some cases, with a few visions), they have rediscovered God's true pattern for church order or for marriage, and that I too can experience the fulfillment, joy, etc., that they have found if only I will join their outfit. Of course, those who sign on with these people are usually warned fairly soon that no other church holds the truth the way they do, or sees the light the way they do, or upholds the standard the way they do, and so forth.
I was reminded of people like this a while back when I read a short article on Gene Edwards on the Assembly Reflections website. Gene Edwards was a preacher who had been infected with some weird Exclusive Plymouth Brethren teachings, and went around to conferences teaching people that he alone truly understood God's pattern for the Church. There were those who signed on with him to be part of his ministry, yet they frequently experienced the self-destruction of churches founded by Mr. Edwards, due to cultic practices and Mr. Edwards' tendency to be a control freak.
Mr. Edwards had a protege named Frank Viola, who went on to become a well-known teacher and author in his own right. When Gene Edwards began to be discredited, Frank Viola publicly distanced himself from Edwards. Yet Mr. Viola continued to teach many of the things taught by Gene Edwards. Among these are that people don't have any right before God to just get together and decide to start a church. In the view of both Edwards and Viola, the only true legitimate churches before God are those churches started by an “anointed church planter.” By an extremely odd coincidence, both Edwards and Viola believe that they themselves are such “anointed church planters,” and that God has not raised up very many others. I guess means that if I go to Christmas Eve service at the Lutheran church a few miles away from my house, I haven't really “gone to church”! (For corroboration, see: FAQ - Letters to a church planter)
Now Frank Viola has teamed up with George Barna, a hyperkinetic “expert” on church trends and statistics, and they are both publicly pushing the idea that the Church needs to change to fit their vision of what it ought to be. Yet they sound just like the wacked-out Plymouth Brethren nonsense I used to hear from George Geftakys, nonsense about how so few people really saw the vision of the Church, how hard that vision was to obtain, and how we must slavishly follow only those who had the “vision.” Frank Viola teaches that church should be free-flowing and non-hierarchal, yet he elevates the office of the “church planter” to the position of royalty. This sounds like the same “talk of freedom contradicted by the experience of slavery” that I lived as a member of a Geftakys assembly.
But I don't mean to (just) beat up on Frank Viola. Some other folks are also in need of a whoopin'. I was reading a news report a week ago about some woman who was a former member of the Quiverfull movement, who left the movement (and her husband) because the family's involvement in that movement drove one of her daughters to attempt suicide. The Quiverfull people are those who teach that God's clear commandment is that married women should have as many children as they can. Thus a Quivefull can mean as many as twenty children!
The Quiverfull people are just as strict and regimented as some of the Plymouth Brethren, and their strictness is probably on a par with some of the more hardcore Mormons. They are really big on pushing their idea of the Biblical commandment that wives should submit to husbands. Now I want to tell you that I am definitely not a radical feminist. I believe that the Bible literally commands a woman to submit to her husband. But the Bible also commands a man to love his wife. The kind of “submission” I saw when I was a member of a strict, high-demand, cultic group was frankly degrading (and I'm a guy!). May God keep me from ever again pushing that nonsense on a woman.
All of this is to say that the fact that the prevailing American evangelical culture is a vast wasteland of commercialism leads to a certain vulnerability among those who call themselves Christian. In our search for authentic community, we can easily be led into groups with great appeal, because they have a well-defined culture, and that culture is definitely not mainstream. Yet once the novelty and the sense of the exotic have worn off, the culture of too many of these groups becomes plainly visible as dysfunctional. The dysfunction is not due to novelty, but due to the fact that the culture of these groups is controlled by autocratic heads with a self-serving agenda, a serious lust for control, and a desire to persecute those who don't suit their tastes. Joining one of these groups in order to escape the evangelical wasteland is like going to a doctor because your head hurts, and having the doctor say, “Then why don't I smash one of your thumbs? Then at least you won't be thinking about your head!” Uh, no thanks.
When therefore I talk of church and say that I want “ones like the ones on my car!”, I am not talking about groups like these.