Hitting The Wall With Emergence
I want to weigh in on the dust up over the emerging church. I’ve already asked if the emerging church is dying or maturing but I want to address the several posts that have revealed some tension. The original post, I think began with Tall Skinny Kiwi, with a great response by Danielle Shroyer. But then Jeremy Bouma responded with his Goodbye Emergent Post. Jeremy’s response caused quite a stir from a lot of people and produced 81 comments. In other words it touched a vein. Several argued that those within the emerging church are no longer open to critique. I don’t share that opinion but I understand it. My concern for Jeremy was not in the critique of anyone but in saying good-bye, and what that seemed to communicate.
I appreciated Calcarian’s response who said:
“So I’m wondering what will happen now. Will emerging devolve into Augustians and Pelagians? Will the institution that is Emergent Village become more important to protect and preserve than the individual people that are under it’s umbrella? Will a “conversation” begun based on the tenet that it must be acceptable to question the faith of one’s elders, be able to survive the questioning of those who are now part of it?”
In other words, have we hit the wall where we’re not longer open to conversation? As I read her post once again this morning I couldn’t help but remember this great scene from Run Fat Boy Run. There is language in the scene if that concerns you. But the scene brilliantly illustrates what I think is happening. The scene begins at 2:37 as Dennis Doyle can no longer breathe. He’s seventeen miles into a marathon but he’s suddenly hit the imaginative “wall”. You have to watch the scene to appreciate it.
In many ways Jeremy’s post feels like that wall. I get what he is feeling because I have shared many of the same questions and concerns he has had. But if emergence is about ANYTHING, it is about crashing through the wall we humans have created for ourselves. If Brian McLaren was right about one thing in his new book it is that we are pregnant with something. And I want to be there when it arrives.