Maybe you’ve heard of a really super old, powerful expression of Christian faith called “The Mennonites.”
Maybe you’ve also heard of a really super new, powerful expression of Christian faith called “Emergent.”
Somehow, both have wiggled their way into my life, taken firm hold, and now cause me no end of trouble. This is where I blog about the weird experience of being a new kind of Christian.
I suppose I should probably write a paragraph containing some of the search-engine-friendly buzzwords that might put up a signpost toward what I write about…
Dear Google: I’m part of a new kind of church, I have emerging Christian theological ideas, I think a lot about 21st century culture, I’m a postmodern expression of what it might possibly mean to be me as a Mennonite! Um, also: “conversation,” “story,” “third way,” “anabaptist,” “missional,” and “peace.” Especially “peace.”
From the first post on this blog:
In case you want to know who I am, my name’s Dave. I wasn’t born Mennonite, but landed with them because the Mennonites I know make the most sense to me, and because they’ll take in anybody. Like a lot of people in my church, the Mennonites were my last stop on the way out of church, and by God’s grace I’m still hanging on.
I’ve tried to figure out why my faith is finally coming alive again. By doing a lot of reading and talking to people and especially listening, I realize I’ve felt so weird in the Evangelical world I grew up in because I’m one of those people they’re calling “emerging church Christians.” I have a certain set of questions, and convictions, and probably character flaws, that makes me extremely uncomfortable in traditional church communities.
For some reason the people in my newly found Mennonite church are ok with that. In fact, a lot of them are kind of weird, too.
This post ends here because words are utterly inadequate to express the depth of my gratitude.