Tuesday, June 24, 2008

American Hypocrisy 101

I'm packing up my little apartment in anticipation of my move six days from now.  As I am sorting through my stuff I am struck by how little of it I actually need.  

Stacked along my walls are boxes and boxes of books that I have already read and will never read again... yet I am so attached to them that I will not part with them.

Mingled amongst the books are binders filled with papers I have written, notes I have taken, and random thoughts I have scribbled.  I will never review them.  And indeed, there are many notebooks that made their way from West Virginia with them that I have never opened in the three years I have lived in Denver.  I have mustered up the strength to toss those in the trash this go around, rather than haul them back to West Virginia.

I have long argued against American consumerism... and yet, it would seem that I have given in to the American fetish of collecting.

It causes me to take pause and reflect over the past three years spent at Iliff School of Theology.  Iliff is a liberal school.  Depending on whom you speak to, it is either a radically liberal school, a liberal elitist school, or a school of liberal fundamentalism.  I tend to favor the latter description.

However, as I said in the midst of those predominantly white liberals, listening to the constant rants and raves of the left, I heard a condemnation of American ideals... yet these people embraced those ideals whole heartedly.  They drove SUVs, Mercedes, and other nice, gas guzzling cars.  They lived in upscale suburbs and in places like Boulder (if you're from Colorado or have ever lived there, you know what that means).  They have more floor space than they need, yet they fill it up.  They have so many clothes that they could wear a different outfit every day and still have clothes left over at the end of the month.  They eat at nice restaurants, paying enough for one meal to feed a family in the two-thirds world for a month.  

How much does that sort of liberalism serve us?  If we are willing to acknowledge our privilege, it's a step.  But if we end with that, we have done nothing.  Sometimes I think my ultra-conservative father has progressed more than these so-called progressives.  At least my dad recognizes that he earns more, spends more, and has a higher quality of life than many people in this world.  Granted, he does nothing to demand more equality or justice... but at least he acknowledges that he has privilege and cherishes it, not wanting to give it up.

The liberals I have encountered over the past three years cling to their privilege, and pretend to be rejecting it.  It doesn't do a starving child in South Africa, orphaned by AIDS any good.  

I'm leaving Denver a little confused, a little angry, a little frustrated, and thoroughly disgusted with the American Left.  Yet, I have been disgusted with the American Right for quite some time.  So, I guess this move is also a journey to discover a better way... there has to be a better way... right?  Right?

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Setting Out on a New Adventure

Well... I'm resetting my life, so I thought I should reset my blog as well. I haven't exactly been an active blogger... in fact, if I post a new blog once every six months, I'm doing pretty good.

But, I'm packing up my little apartment in Denver and preparing for the cross-country drive back to West Virginia. It's been a fast three years, and yet every time I see those rolling green hills I realize how long I have been gone. I ventured way to far from the familiar and at times paid the price. But for the most part, it was an experience I needed so that I could see just how wide my wings could spread.

Now I'm leaving the shadows of the Rockies and heading home, knowing full-well where I belong. With my index-card-of-a-diploma and a hunger for practical ministry, I'm heading to Welch, West Virginia where I will be pastor of two churches. I'm excited, and I'm scared... but I know it is right.

With the new commitment and the new life, I feel a renewed sense that I should start blogging again. So, here I go again,  re-launching this site (for about the third time)... although I am no longer an Appalachian Abroad. Yet, once you've left the hills, you'll spend the rest of your life trying to find your way back and won't quite get there. Just ask Homer Hickam... he knows how it feels to be both an insider and outsider and never quite fitting in again. But you never can leave.