emergent tension

I’ve just finished reading another book from within the Emerging Church movement (this time it is Doug Pagitt’s Preaching Re-imagined). I like opening myself up to what they write. I enjoy the challenge of reflecting on things from another angle.

I find myself responding in much the same way as I have done in the past…

Firstly, I am impressed with the innovation at work. They are just so creative. For example, I love Rob Bell’s nooma series, delighting in the way he sees the ‘spiritually significant in the utterly ordinary’ – the principle at the heart of good illustration. Then to package it into such compelling communication – great stuff! I speak like that in my dreams. Doug Pagitt’s talk about ‘progressional preaching’ and the ‘implication’ that lies beyond the application fits in here as well. Dan Kimball’s early books also demonstrate this innovation. I’ll keep reading Emerging Church books for this innovation alone, if necessary.

But then I get frustrated with the arrogance that comes through in the books. Not an arrogance in the authors! No! I have it on good authority that they win people over with their grace and humility. I can believe it.

No, it is the arrogance in the ideas being presented. I find the proclamation of the arrival of a brand new era is just too brash. History does not develop along an ‘eclipse’ model, in which the ‘modern’ is somehow eclipsed by the ‘postmodern’. Doesn’t history follow more of an adding ‘lanes to the highway’ model? A postmodern lane – faster and busier, maybe – is being added alongside the modern lane. But the modern lane remains in place afterwards… I hear the emerging church literature suggests that it is possible, even advisable, to run from the embrace of the ‘modern’ into the embrace of the ‘postmodern’.

Really?! How is that even possible? And how does that improve things? Either way don’t we still have the ‘cultural captivity of the church’ that Martin Luther moaned about? Doesn’t the postmodern have to be submitted to ongoing biblical critique in just the same way as the modern – thereby enabling churches always to be in the process of reformation? I suspect that the established church is not as bad as they make out, nor the emerging church as good as they make out.

Doug Pagitt does seem to advocate that preaching as we know it, ‘speaching’ as he calls it, is on the way out. It is not the future. Gee – that is such a big call to make! Does he really want to say that? It is just too bold. The historical, biblical, and theological justification for such a conclusion is just not there in the book. The ‘sociological’ seems to be running the show, as it too easily can do. But that is like expecting a boat without a rudder, or a keel, to float against the current and the tide. It is hardly the counter-cultural engagement which we need.

Well – there you have it.
Just a small taste of my emergent tension: excited about the innovation even as I am disappointed by the arrogance.

Feel free to help me out
Sit me on your cyberspatial couch and give me some therapy.

Nice chatting

Paul

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the art of unpacking

After a childhood in India, a theological training in the USA and a pastoral ministry in Southland (New Zealand), I spent twenty years in theological education in New Zealand — first at Laidlaw College and then at Carey Baptist College, where I served as principal. In 2009 I began working with Langham Partnership and since 2013 I have been the Programme Director (Langham Preaching). Through it all I've cherished the experience of the 'gracious hand of God upon me' and I've relished the opportunity to 'unpack', or exegete, all that I encounter in my walk through life with Jesus.

4 Comments

  1. Tim Bulkeley on March 20, 2006 at 5:48 pm

    Time provides an interesting parallel, back in the 70s (when I was training) many people were saying that TV was going to kill the “traditional” 20 min sermon. We’d all have to move to more of a visual/soundbite approach…

    Well 30 years on, sermons have just got longer! They say 20 mins is on the short side now.

    😉 but it would be interesting to see some research on how much people retain from different lengths of preach 😉

  2. Anonymous on March 21, 2006 at 11:41 am

    Hi Paul, I wouldn’t normally respond to someones post through my own blog…. but I liked what you had to say so wrote a response to your thoughts on my blog.

    I’m not sure how much what I said actually offers something to what you’re thinking and I think I waffled a bit, but I enjoyed writing it.

    You can check it out here if you want.

    http://fritchie.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-response-to-paul-windsor.html

  3. Anonymous on March 23, 2006 at 10:27 am

    Paul,

    this post makes me want to take the first minute of romeo and juliet (zeffareli 1968) and romeo and juliet (luhrmann 1996) and go to an existing, established church like opawa and say, hey, lets reach all kiwi’s, people who love zeffareli and people who love luhrmann. lets explore both/and and multiple not either/or.

    i’d also want to say that polemic might be a feature of early adapters that is esential for momentum. but if “emergents” and “mainstream” then push too hard against the polemic, then we are all the poorer. i appreciate your ability to affirm parts of polemic and question others.

    peace
    steve taylor (emergentkiwi)

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