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I changed cultures in 2020. Up 'til then I was an artist. For 43 years. It was a sheltered life, culturally speaking. My co-artists were the same. Educated. Middle-to-upper class. Some of them were even trust fund kids. And the patrons we sold to were even, for the most part, more educated and cultured than we were. Our markets were university towns. And we were, for a brief time, the cultural leading edge if you were to slice off and exclude the ultra-rich coastal elites.

Yes, there were a few faux bohemians in our number, costuming the part to thrill the crowd. We were selling a bit of that too. Our lifestyles. We, the artists. Quiet, polite drug use. Pot around the campfire. But for the most part, we were entrepreneurs as much as artists. Our art fed our need for significance, yes, but our need for security was never far behind. Most of our number were responsible adults.

I never made more than a lower-middle class income, but the professionals who were my patrons sort of envied me. I was living their dream. Self-employed. Creative.

So I was spared the Walmart life. I was spared poorly spoken English. I never watched reality TV. Ever. I read. And I worked alone.

Add to that a Christian education. 16 years of it.

I knew of the world. I didn't know the world.

Then I jumped into blue collar wage work with both feet. My co-workers are damaged. They look it and they dress it. Their spouses (second, third, or fourth....or merely "life partners") are losers, in jail in some cases. Addiction is crazy wild. If 5 words are spoken, 6 of them will be the F-bomb.

You know what? I LOVE working with them. I've never had co-workers. And I can see how one person can ruin a day for everyone. But I love working with these tattooed, smoking, alcoholic, cussing, bad-dressing people. They're brilliant in their survival instincts. Purely logical? Sometimes. Often not. But brilliant. I could tell stories. And my shop happens to be a union situation wherein the Peter principle would be better than the status quo of rising to the top via tenure and not by merit.

All that to say that one day as I was looking out over the workroom floor, it dawned on me that if these people ever formed a church, they probably wouldn't change a damn thing about themselves. Certainly not the cultural trappings. Besides, so many of the cultural trappings have permanence never before seen in Western culture. It used to be that fad and fashion changed generationally. A change of clothes. A different haircut. No more. Now it doesn't really change so much as it doesn't really exist. But what does exist is permanent. Tattoos. Piercings. Body modifications.

And that doesn't even touch on the family circumstances that are so tangled now.

The churches I used to attend would be mortified. Or patronizing. We don't have any idea anymore what a Christian looks like. What church will look like.

I'm watching my nephew as closely as I can from my geographical distance. He's a priest outside of London. Thousands of miles away. We email. He's making his church as open as possible and continuing to preach the Gospel as best he can to a hodge-podge of stitched-together backgrounds, nationalities, denominations. His church is the very picture of the traditional church -- a few hundred years old, stone, country. But the people inside are anything but.

I don't know what the church will look like, but it will be peopled by far more severely damaged adults than ever before in Western history. It's going to be a bumpy ride.

Richard Jameson's avatar

There were two women named Mary at the foot of the cross that bore Jesus - one Mary was His mother and the other Mary was a former prostitute who he had saved from her sins and was the first person to encounter the risen Christ at daybreak on Easter Sunday.

The sins of the second Mary were not only washed clean by the blood of Christ but through the grace only He can offer and she accepted they were forgotten by Him forever.

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