I don’t always see eye-to-eye with Mark Driscoll but - confession time! – I admire the Seattle-based pastor’s ability to take on sacred cows. “Should Christians stay away from yoga because of its demonic roots? Totally. Yoga is demonic,” asserts the Irish-American Protestant. “If you just sign up for a little yoga class, you're signing up for a little demon class.”
Certainly, the obscene profits New Age instructors are making from yoga appear Satanic.
Another welcome gem: “See, after church tonight you will go home and you will eat chicken, not human, because of the spread of Christianity. You think I’m kidding, go to a country that hasn’t had the spread of Christianity. They’re having human for dinner.”
It’s my favorite Driscoll quote – but you’ll need an advanced sense of humor to appreciate the spritely Irish-American. And, he has a point. I’ve studied nearby Papua New Guinea, and know what lurks in her forests. After the missionaries arrived, cannibalism decreased significantly.
The reality? Driscoll doesn’t pull big numbers on his Twitter account (130,196 last count) because of sanctified multicultural talking points. But how serious and Christian is he? To allegedly concerned critics, he’s too controversial…but?
But: When I read the New Testament I picture Jesus and/or his crew turning tables, out there fishing, carrying swords, and talking up military men. Yet, some people like to see the world’s most famous carpenter, as an effeminate dandy, and want us all to live up to their repackaged image. By reminding us of the masculine Jesus, Mark Driscoll isn’t robbing us - he’s reminding us.
When I read the Bible too, I don’t see a bunch of contradictions, but ironies, some people aren’t willing or able to process. One example: Jesus was a carpenter and he died on a cross. Another: Jesus was born in a smelly manger, with bloody straw, my guess, while his streetwise fans and even Royalty today, treat him as the King of Kings. Therefore, let’s cheer all pastors who bring us closer to the reality of the God-loving ghetto superstar.
Do I have plans to become a happy-clappy churchgoing guy? No. Driscoll isn’t that convincing. To say he’s too loud or too unchristian, just because he’s “controversial” (as defined by chirpy Katie Couric), however, is a bit rich.
Evidently, a chicken joke with a moral is tasty. Plus, I distrust Big Yoga.