A New SubculturePosted by Rick on February 21st, 2004
Rachel and I were talking about how we’re really glad to be out of the subculture of the Reformed church in the West.
The CRE. I’ve been quite a bit uncomfortable with it since I moved up here to be honest. I mean, in the first three months, I had two CRE pastors within a two hour radius make comments about the level of public physical affection between Rachel and me (i.e. handholding and arm on shoulder). One made a comment to my pastor (“If that’s what they’re doing in public, you can imagine what they’re doing in private.”), and another made it in front of the family of Rachel’s brother-in-law. Neither came to us, of course. With my own church, I liked a lot of the people, but I never really clicked there. Familialism just runs rampant in places where male headship is emphasized. Whether or not one disagrees with male headship, the patriarchy thing seems a bit overblown. I do have good things to say about the CRE church in Grand Junction, if that helps any. Oh well.
The PCA. When I lived in Louisiana, I was in the PCA. I loved my church there. Things were a bit different here. First of all, the closest PCA church is about an hour from my house, and being isolated in Northern Idaho just isnt a good thing. Elders, before meeting me, warned people about me. People with whom I had never discussed theology told Rachel’s mom that I seemed to like to debate theology and that I was argumentative. I had been here two weeks, and I hadn’t discussed theology with anyone. And, on top of that, I had never even met that lady, just seen her across the church. Of course, I reminded them of another guy that helped kill a church (apparently, I bear a physical resemblance).
Then there are all the lies and slander that have been spread concerning the “baptismal regeneration heresy,” the announcement from the pulpit that the Eyres weren’t sure if salvation was by works or grace, and the people who had never talked to us saying we believed another gospel. I scratched my head.
There was the lady who, after the Suburban burned up, suggested that God was sending a message that our theology would be burned up on the Last Day. There was the maid of honor incident where she was offended by Scripture. This is the same girl who one week after she told me she had never read the book of “Revelations” told me that it had nothing to do with a worship service. Needless to say, I didnt quite fit in there.
The ELCA. How the heck did I end up a Lutheran again? I am not quite sure. But its been a good place for us. Every service starts with, Let us worship God by remembering our baptism in the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Not too bad of a place, considering.
The worship is liturgical. They use liturgical colors and garb. The service is sung. The music is beautiful. Its…just…nice. I dont have to worry about courtship culture, which is just…not…nice. People at the church are physical. I get hugs. People talk to me on a weekly basis. I can listen to the sermon without my mind wondering. The church is active in the community. So, Im Lutheran. Its hard for me to swallow. Who knows if Ill be Lutheran after we leave Spokane. But I am Lutheran for now.
