1. I don’t get most church television advertising. Who’s the market? People of other churches? Nonchristians? (”Honey, I just saw this church that said they’re friendly and have fun. I know we don’t believe, but why don’t we try it out?”) Lapsed Christians?
2. I don’t get walking around in Target or HEB or 7/11 with a Bluetooth earphone. They look goofy. And I don’t like seeing the number of people lined up in the restrooms at the airport who never even pause in their phone conversations.
3. I don’t get the “boys only club” mentality of many churches. A couple times Paul put restrictions on women because of the culture. If we planted a church in Kabul, we’d want to be mindful of that culture, too. (Remember when the CNN reporter was told that if she wouldn’t wear a burka they’d bring her home and send someone else? She suddenly got enlightened about the appropriateness of a burka in Afghanistan.) But here in America — where women share in all levels of society? What must people think — that they’ve entered the “preserve 1954 society”? Church is transformed when we hear the voices of daughters, wives, grandmothers, sisters. In baptism we’ve said that your voice doesn’t get excluded just because of your skin color (a mistake we’ve now admitted) or because of your gender (a mistake we’re still waiting to admit).
4. I don’t get the fascination with dispensational premillennialism. There are some genuinely good things “out there” with which we should be interested. This is not one of them. (I know, put up or shut up. I’ll write more later.)
5. I don’t get Aggie fever. Could that be because I was a baby on the UT campus, from which both of my parents graduated? Apparently my first words were “hook ‘em horns.”
6. I don’t get why so many rich white kids like gangsta music. Driving from the country club to the suburban home listening to obscene music about the difficulties of poor urban life. (So . . . is this how our parents felt about CCR, Steppenwolf, and the Stones?)
7. I don’t get Michael Richards and his vomiting of racial slurs at a comedy club. There’s even a Seinfeld episode where he helps Jerry understand that handling hecklers at a comedy club is part of the business.
I DO get:
1. Dr. Phil. I’m not usually a pop shrink fan. But the constant asking of “How’s that been working for you?” just makes sense. (Truthfully, I’ve only seen him a couple times. But both of those times and in a piece he wrote he kept asking this good question.)
2. Old hymns. Please, let’s don’t make it an either/or. Bring in the new. Keep the best of the old. Don’t you still feel the majesty when you sing “All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name” or the peace when you sing “Be With Me, Lord”? Sure, give me almost everything Chris Tomlin puts out. But don’t let go of “O Sacred Head,” “O Love That Will Not Let Me Go,” and “It Is Well With My Soul.”
3. John Madden. You either do or don’t. I do. Bam!!
4. New little league rules for pitching. Finally, it’s going to be harder, thanks to the mandatory pitch count, for coaches to ruin the arms of kids.
5. The value of a great teacher. Not a value measured in dollars, apparently. But you can change the world — one challenging child at a time.
6. The dad dying of hypothermia as he was hiking for help while his family waited in the car. As it turns out, he’d have been saved if he’d stayed with them. But I still get it. Whatever you thought you could do to give your family a chance to survive.
7. Grandparenting. I’ve always thought grandparents were a little over the line. I’ve, ummm, reframed my thinking on this one.