What I’m about to share, has been a long while percolating. It’s not going to be taken well by too many people. Especially by those around my age and fellow Christians. But it’s time that it be said. Maybe there can yet be some salvaging what has come of us.
A few weeks ago I came upon some music. It was a collection of MP3s. I was the one who made them, all the way back in 1999. They’re MP3s of a night of singing from Elon’s chapter of Intervarsity Christian Fellowship. Real, home-grown and heart-felt praise and worship from a young people with their entire lives ahead of them.
I listened to them and wept tears of remembrance at how FRESH it sounded. I will never claim to have been fully immersed in the IV culture, it seems more like I was playing on the edges. That,