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April 10, 2006



I just cursed that very sign this evening... Yowza...

Jeff Short

It is Easter morning. Jim Bob, hey he lives in Oklahoma, is getting up to go to the grocery store. He doesn't know or care that it is Easter. For him it is just the day before going back to work. On his way to the store he sees a line of cars going thru a church parking lot. For some reason, maybe because he is safely in his car and won't be seen, he decides to check it out. Plus it will give him a chance to piss off some churchies while smoking. Somewhere on the drive thru though the visual images effect him in a way words never could. Probably his heart had grown cold to the words long ago. So I forget, for Jim Bob a new child in the 2000 year old body of Christ, how many angels won't sing, because it was just a drive thru display. Not a "real" service. I mean imagine some kind of artistic service reaching anyone. Were have I been to an artistic service before?


Oh, Jeff.


Sometimes the comments section is funnier than the actual post. (Snort)


Ok. Interesting and confusing comment.

Do they need to sign waivers incase a Roman solider pulls a driver/passenger out to carry Christ's cross?

Tim Sean

Well played, Joe.


Isn't it meant to be a (poor) pun on Jesus having nsils driven thru?

Alice Clay

I, uh...I'm having a sackcloth-and-ashes moment here, so, ah...just ignore the deep and mournful moans you hear emanating from my body.


At least it's not a "drive by" event.


Could you imagine what that would be like, with a nail gun!?


I'd like to make a statement that may be obvious...

An idea that has a chance of causing some good isn't automatically a good idea.

I'd like to offer an example...

The Chinese Cultural Revolution laid the groundwork for decades of persecution that have made the Chinese Church one of the most sincere and effective bodies of believers in the world today.



A formative experience: Good times, great tastes at McChurch.


I'm pretty sure Jeff isn't being serious (nobody with a point to make names their protagonist Jim Bob), but it still might be worth pointing out two things. First, if someone is going to be moved so profoundly by the type and quality of artwork that is designed to survive adverse weather conditions (wind, rains, etc.), then that particular brand of fundangelical belief is a live hypothesis for him already (in the sense William James uses it), and he'll be affected sooner or later by something. It's not an eternal life-or-death scenario for Jim Bob.

(Never mind the secularist soteriology going on in the hypothetical--JB's moved to salvation by the crappy art, not the spirit of God or whatever; or worse, the spirit of God won't move him without the crappy art? Come on.)

Second, and this is Greg's original point, the more likely effect that this display will have on people (real people, not a predesigned Hypothetical Person X who "coincidentally" will respond exactly how we might want him to) is to reduce Easter for them to a cultural event on the level of driving the family out to see the Christmas lights in December. "Reduce" may be the wrong word as I don't have any personal experience with churches that spend more time talking about the resurrection at Easter than about bunnies and eggs and baskets for the kids; maybe I should say "continue to marginalize"? Or something. Either way it's night and day from the way Eastern churches view Easter as the highest point of the liturgical calendar, far above Christmas even.

Jeff Short

Obvioulsy, I think any Christian that reduces Easter to a drive thru crappie art display, Christmas to a nativity scene on your lawn, or even All Souls Eve to a Hell House needs to be smacked with my grandma's big fat family Bible. But Leighton to say that Person X will eventually give in to something, takes away the freewill I believe in. So thanks for getting the sarcasim, but honestly you never know when it is a life and death decision. Better yet it always is. My main point to Greg was, one person is worth the circus coming to town. My dad, a Naz pastor, always said, "If only one person shows up for softball practice, then that is who you are there for."


Well, I stand corrected; you were serious. Wasn't the first nor the last time I've been wrong.


Jeff's argument is one I've heard lots of times as a way for churches to expend huge amounts of time, effort, and money and justify it with the "if only ONE PERSON 'gets saved' [whatever the hell they mean by that] it will all be worth it!" argument.

Which leads me to my rationalization for buying a hot tub:

And if only one person shows up to partake of my hot tub, it will be worth the $15,000! (and who knows? I might lead them to Christ, and the only context in which they will ever accept Him as their personal savior is in 120 degree bubbling water!)

Added bonus: They can be baptized right away, to really "seal the deal."


The hardest time I have with this image is the isolation of the person inside the car. He does not interact with Jesus as the disciples did, the driver doesn't run from threatening Soldiers, just observes---cool, distant.
That is also what I like so much about the ancient Liturgy of these Three Days (Triduum). I see, touch and feel Christ being taken from us. I would not miss this time for anything. Tonight I join with others in a vigil with the Blessed Sacrament. It is so sweet to spend an hour with Jesus in the middle of the night on this, His night of betrayal. This is what changes me, not observation through a dirty windshield.


Who did C.S. Lewis interact with on his motorcycle ride conversion? But alas, I have seen the error of my ways. I now plan to drive around town, and find Churches I know nothing about. Find out what kind of service they plan to have, and if it is at all different from my Church, bash them. Isn't that what Easter is all about anyways? Bashing the Body of Christ.



I happen to know quite a bit about the church in question. I also know quite a bit about the denomination in question. I attended their local university for half my undergrad. That however is not the point. The church is not being bashed; their McDonaldization (complete with drive thru) of Holy Week events is.

I'm sure the Body of Christ can withstand some criticism. She's long overdue for some, in fact. Especially trite little offerings like the one in question. Since I know you and we can discuss this face to face, I'll leave off for now.

Dr. Mike Kear

ba-da-bop-ba-daaaa! I'm lovin' it.

Perhaps the McDrivethru idea is slightly better than ecclesiastical cocooning (I doubt it). And maybe I'm just being a romantic here, but whatever happened to the idea that we should personally interact with the "world," infusing the life of Christ into our relationships and experiencing the mutual heart changes that accompany these ongoing encounters?


So I just got an e-mail from my previous mega-church from War Acres saying that in addition to their 300,000 dollar + production at the state fair areana, we will have 'a time of true reflection for the staff and interns this friday (today, Good Friday) at eleven. We will be watching the Passion of the Christ in the youth room, followed by communion from Pastor Mark (there are a lot of them, don't assume you know who he is...ha) after which there will be a time of food and fellowship at The Mantle.' I wonder if we are drinking wine....I mean, Jesus did.

Scott in Houston

I didn't realize that the passion of Christ was a drive thru event. I share everyone's distain...(*gaging sounds*). Maybe Brea and I should invite everyone to stop finding out how twisted and dimented the religious world is and just drink heavily...wine; a nice dry Cabernet sounds good.


I'm not drinking merlot!

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