Saturday, February 07, 2009

Facebook, "Submitting to Be More Vile" and How is Kathy B Like Unto George Whitfield?

First, for you folks from St. J., she knows this is coming!

Because just as George convinced John Wesley to go and preach in the open air (something that just wasn't done by good Anglicans back in the day - to them such a notion was quite tacky), thereby putting both he and message within the domain of the people who would be the backbone of the Methodist movement . . . to which, on April 2, 1740 Mr. Wesley recorded in his journal...

At four in the afternoon I submitted to be more vile, and proclaimed in the highways the glad tidings of salvation – speaking from a little eminence in a ground adjoining to the city – to about three thousand people. The scripture on which I spoke was this: Is it possible anyone should be ignorant that it is fulfilled in every true minister of Christ? The spirit of the Lord is upo n me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor. He hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised to proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord.


my friend and parishioner Kathy B has gently persuaded me that to reactivate my Facebook account would be a good thing and a way for me to be in touch with my flock.

Now, I know I railed about my previous strange, brief journey in "the" Facebook last Summer, and I still do have some issues about the whole "friend" thing...but she's right, and I'm wrong on this point.

So, I'm swallowing hard, and "submitting to be more vile" and doing this thing.

For good ole JW, he was shocked by how wrong headed his previous bias against going into the field and preaching in the open air to the masses was...I suspect I'll find something of the same thing.

I'm not going to live in that world all the time...

But I'll be around...

I've been evangelized by a good soul...thanks Kathy B!

Oh, and JB, your efforts at persuasion did not impact me in the least!

Monday, February 02, 2009

For Those About to Rock...

I attended my first real concert in 1979 - 30 years ago. It was Peter Frampton.
My first concert was supposed to be a year earlier - Boston, but my folks wouldn't let me go, what with the Memphis firefighter and police strike going on and the National Guard protecting the Bluff City---so I sold my ticket. I posted on this episode in my life several years here for that sad tale.
Now, fast forward now to 2009.

The venue? FedExForum.

The act? AC/DC.

Whose first concert? My sixteen year old. And of all the people he wanted to go with him???

His old man.

Can you believe that?

Would I have done that? Are you nuts?

Way back when, to go to an AC/DC concert meant you were on the fringe. You have this strange looking guy on guitar who wears shorts, shirt and tie - he's marketed as a devil - (by the way all the red lights you see in the crowd are little devil horns conveniently on sale at the concert - no, we didn't bite) who truly is a master on the guitar - and of course, he's playing a Gibson SG - and it's on fire.

Back in the day, before they really hit, they opened for KISS. So, you put AC/DC and KISS on the same bill, in the 70's, and any Bible-belt "Christian" is pretty darned sure Armageddon is closing in. And who could say it wasn't?

You have lyrics not really even hiding the double entendres - it's just there in your face.

And my 16 year old is there with me...and one of his best friends...who's there with his dad...

And I'm thinking to myself...Cool, but strange, right?

I mean since when did rock become so mainstream?

"Highway to Hell" was what you listen to when you're a preacher's kid and you want to let everybody know..."that holier than thou stuff, that ain't for me."

Being the observer of human behavior that I am, I couldn't help but notice who was in the crowd. Tons of kids even younger than my oldest with their parents - headbanging with such acumen that Beavis and Butthead would be proud.

The other predominant group were those heavily attired in black..leather. Some men and a lot of women. Some could pull that look off and most looked like they were wedged in clothes that they could barely wear 25 years ago.

And there we all were--from various places and stations in life--focused on the stage. Some of us, like me, were not so much tied to what was going on onstage, but more where I was, what I was doing, and who I was with when I first heard those rock anthems.

My experience of the event has to be different than Andrew's.

Truth is, I'm pretty sure I would have never gone had it not been for him. He wanted to share it with me.

And here I was thinking it was me giving him the gift...

Kids, what are you going to do?