There does seem to be an irony to the fact that personal bizarreness has become the rule of the day. The norm. Yes, I mean to say that we are now living in a culture that presumes our conformity to the ubiquitous notion that it’s a sin to not be eclectic, quirky, or a proverbial “one-of-a-kind.” Yep – conformity is spreading by the vilification of “normal.” Don’t get me wrong – I think it’s great that God created some of us with an eye for mixing plaids and stripes, but the anti-khaki patrol needs to relax. My value as a person is not measured in how unconventional I am, sorry. Yet in a strange way, I can’t help but wonder if an embrace of orthodox Christianity isn’t just a bit too non-conformist for my hipster friends.
Consider this excerpt from a post by Carl Trueman:
“You really do kid only yourselves if you think you can be an orthodox Christian and be at the same time cool enough and hip enough to cut it in the wider world. Frankly, in a couple of years it will not matter how much urban ink you sport, how much fair trade coffee you drink, how many craft brews you can name, how much urban gibberish you spout, how many art house movies you can find that redeemer figure in, and how much money you divert from gospel preaching to social justice: maintaining biblical sexual ethics will be the equivalent in our culture of being a white supremacist.”