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Muzhik
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I found myself researching “Rumspringa” online (I know – using the Internet to research an Amish tradition – whodathunk?) and ran across the article named above. It’s an excerpt from a book written by a Protestant minister (Dug Down Deep by Joshua Harris) For those who don’t know, “Rumspringa” is an Amish word that literally means “running around”. For two years, starting at age 17, Amish youth are expected to “run wild”, experiencing the ways of the world. At the end of that time, they have to make a choice to settle down and become Amish or to leave the church.
While reading the article, I came across this quote, when describing the author’s own spiritual development at that age:
*During my early twenties I went through a phase of blaming the church I had attended in high school for all my spiritual deficiencies. Evangelical megachurches make good punching bags.
My reasoning went something like this: I was spiritually shallow because the pastors’ teaching had been shallow. I wasn’t fully engaged because they hadn’t done enough to grab my attention. I was a hypocrite because everyone else had been a hypocrite. I didn’t know God because they hadn’t provided enough programs. Or they hadn’t provided the right programs. Or maybe they’d had too many programs.
All I knew was that it was someone else’s fault.*
This struck me because I’ve been complaining about the deficits of catechesis of my generation, i.e., of the late 60’s through the 80’s. Yet this quote (and the entire essay) brings up the point: what was MY role in my poor catechesis?
Thoughts?
While reading the article, I came across this quote, when describing the author’s own spiritual development at that age:
*During my early twenties I went through a phase of blaming the church I had attended in high school for all my spiritual deficiencies. Evangelical megachurches make good punching bags.
My reasoning went something like this: I was spiritually shallow because the pastors’ teaching had been shallow. I wasn’t fully engaged because they hadn’t done enough to grab my attention. I was a hypocrite because everyone else had been a hypocrite. I didn’t know God because they hadn’t provided enough programs. Or they hadn’t provided the right programs. Or maybe they’d had too many programs.
All I knew was that it was someone else’s fault.*
This struck me because I’ve been complaining about the deficits of catechesis of my generation, i.e., of the late 60’s through the 80’s. Yet this quote (and the entire essay) brings up the point: what was MY role in my poor catechesis?
Thoughts?