“But it was a conversation I
had shortly thereafter, with a different pastor who didn’t last very long in
the small town he was serving, that has lodged in my mind. He confided that he
had a hard time connecting with the people of the rural community, and had a
particular disdain for country music, lifted trucks and the sea of blaze orange
covered hunters that showed up every fall. It wasn’t just that those weren’t
his interests, it was that he actively disdained them. Something more than
tastes and preferences was in play.
“’I just think hunting is so gross and stupid,’ he said. ‘Why
can’t you just buy your food at the grocery store like everyone else? I’ll
never do it. It’s almost as dumb as country music.’
“You could hear the revulsion and effeminate range in his voice.
He’d rather be in his office, vaping and listening to esoteric music,
meditating on obscure and grandiose theology, than standing on the fence line
straightening barbwire with one of his people. Soft men despise those who are
hard.
"How is it that our seminaries and churches in much of Christendom
are somehow attracting and training effeminate pastors? Why is this happening
at such an alarmingly high rate? Why are our Christian institutions so skilled
at turning out theologically precise men with softness as their crowning
virtue?”
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