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Turning back

Scot McKnight has been posting some interesting thoughts on the liturgical turning in the Protestant traditions, especially non-denominational evangelicals. In this post he asks, "What is going on? There is a rise, a burgeoning rise, of young college students converting from low church evangelicalism, with its anemic, unhistorical ecclesiology, to the great liturgical traditions: Eastern Orthodoxy and Roman Catholicism."

This is me, though I have not converted per se, because I do not believe it a wise decision, nor the right decision, at this point in my life. This ethos or guist Scot speaks of resonates deeply with my ecclesiastical journey toward a more "Christian" expression of faith rather than an American, or Western, or Modern expression of faith, or whatever label you want to tie to it. I do not believe my turn away from the "traditional" faith in which I was raised toward a more traditional faith is reactionary or extreme in nature. I believe it comes with significant thought, reason, and understanding. I believe the typical American grass-roots church (think non-denominational churches, SBC's, fundamentalists, Bible/Community Churches, and even some main-liners) have lost their connection with the historical body of faith, what it means to be a Universal Church, a Church that spans time, place, and culture. For several reasons I struggle to place stock in the American Church as I experience it, and because of that I must consistently remind myself that God's Kingdom and the Gospel lights the world in spite of us, not because of us.

I plan on posting a blog piggybacking off of Scot McKnight's newest post wherein I will also try to work through why I also am not a Roman Catholic or Eastern Orthodox Christian.

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