Holy Confusion Batman! It's the Emerging Church!

Boy does one change their mind about things in a short amount of time.

I waded through Velvet Elvis and A Generous Orthadoxy and The Post-Evangelical and D. A. Carson (Not bad, over my head, but not bad) and Leslie Newbigin and countless others.

I like it, at first. It challenged me. It made me feel cool. What can I say? I'm a prime canidate for the emerging church movement. I'm a pastors kid in the deep south at a white church. I also somehow managed to escape the small town mentality, believe in equal rights for women in the church, am so much against racism in any form that you might say i'm prejudice against racists. And I've seen enough done in the name of Christ in my young years to make a budist monk throw up. Needless to say, I felt the call of this cool, urban movement that validated my spiritual bagage.
So I read, so I felt cool, I referenced postmodernism in casual conversation. I lived it.
But then I read the opposite argument books, and I also I read C. S. Lewis, I read Madeline L'engle. Two authors who really have nothing to do with the movment.
And they taught me something.
They reminded me, that a hopefully journey is not really hopeful unless it arrives at truth.
And that things that are lovely, and wonderful and good aren't often fashionable.
and I felt as if a giant fog had been lifted and my head had cleared.
Yes, there are still problems with evangelicals
there are still problems and disfunction in the church
But, Praise God! There are no problems in the truth, the ever consistancy, the inerrancy of God.
And I don't have to wade through holy confusion, feeling deep with my latte stained copy of Derrida.
I can be still, and know that He is God.