How did we get on the subject of being in the world and not of it again? Mark?
At any rate, it’s a good starting place for tonight. Given James Frey’s recent crash and burn and all the controversy about writing memoir as fiction and who’s to blame and who really cares if it sells books and on and on, I figure there’s room to bring up the question here about morality vs. sophistication. Quick quiz: It’s a generally held assumption among some people who shall remain nameless that adding the qualifier "Christian" to anything in our culture represents a categorical drop in a) quality, b) sophistication, c) questionable decency. One of these is a good thing. Did you figure it out?
Yes, the answer is D, all of the above (a bit tricky for you Floridans and hockey fans, but keep reading anyway). Coupled with the new interest in all things emergent by PW and other media outlets, I think it’s an interesting dialog waiting to happen:
Do you as a "Christian writer" hope for a new definition of that term, given the knee-jerk connotations? Whether or not that’s crass an unfair to those who do consider themselves card-carrying members of Christian writer-dom, is it a valid hope to want some definition more (oh, I don’t know. Dare we say it?) "worldly?"
Anyone else tired of being the forogtten little brother late to the party with "Kick Me" on your back, while everybody else ignores you? It’s cute for a while, but really, at some point you just want to be allowed at the adult’s table. And I like to think that given enough time, we might all come up with a solution, a way to break through to that golden land of opportunity across the river, the one that flows with renewed hope for the state of our collective souls, but doesn’t concede the battle on the grounds of sophistication.
I’ll still hold on to my separation with one hand, but for now, let’s focus on this question of How do we learn to be in the world?