by Rosie Adle
When traveling to another country, conscientious people prepare for culture shock. But as much as we study up and try to be appropriate, others seem a little funny to us and we seem a little funny to them. We’re different.
On the other hand, our culture – the time and place in which we live – is quite comfortable.
We cruise along, knowing the rules, knowing the dress code, and knowing how to fit in. The familiarity of this unbelieving world where we hang out can make it seem like a pretty fine place.
People have a right to die with dignity, and if that means hastening their death then so be it. A tiny resident in a womb is a life to those who love it and a bunch of random cells to those who don’t. Having kids is something we can control and should. Marriage can be defined by human whim, and also taken up and put aside by the same standard.
Those are lies. They’re not slippery slopes; they’re cliffs and a bunch of normal looking people are careening off them. We recall our mother’s wise words on the topic of friends and cliffs.
Being hip here is not our priority. Looking like everyone else doesn’t count for anything. Any cool kid apart from Christ is not going to be cool forever, and that’s a really sad thing. We do not want to be like them. Our own culture, when it is talking and thinking and acting in a way that is contrary to God’s Word, should absolutely shock us.
And when our culture shocks us, we shock them right back. Where the unbelievers drive in droves down the wrong way, we sport a visor and pull out our map and squint at them like they’re the ones with the problem, because they are. We rock our fanny packs on the way to Zion because that road they’re on is not for us. It is a way, and perhaps a very popular way, but it is not the Way of Christ.
“Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect” (Rom. 12:2).