MODERN DAY MARTHAS Author: Mark J. Dixon (mjdixon@aol.com) A powerful new undercurrent began pulsing through the Protestant church in America in the early 1970s, growing and building until its effects could be felt almost as strongly outside the church as within. Its name, if it needs one, could be the contemporary Christian culture. Christian broadcasting, the flagship of the new culture, became a potent new force, and held the promise of creating an electronic bridge between the church and the "real world" around us, a bridge over which the Gospel could be communicated to millions of Americans. It didn't happen. By the 1980s, Christian broadcasting had become synonymous with Bible Belt televangelists raising millions of dollars weekly from their electronic congregations, and those outside our stained glass walls continued to tune out. We had forgotten that building bridges to the world outside also means tearing down the walls that keep our culture closed. As we moved through the 1980s, middle-class ideals and traditional family values began to steal the spotlight from the Gospel of Jesus in this new culture. Ronald Reagan's "morning in America" began to dawn on the Moral Majority as conservative evangelicals became a political force to be reckoned with. Refusing to recognize that we share a pluralistic society with Americans of diverse backgrounds and beliefs, we assumed the prerogative of imposing our values on society at large, and in the process have alienated many of our neighbors from the Gospel, possibly forever. Politically moderate believers began to lose their voice as the notion arose that there could be only one acceptable Christian position on any political, moral or social issue. Turning hearts toward home became more needful than turning hearts toward Him, and pressuring non-Christians to live by traditional values that are powerless to save became more urgent than leading them to the One who alone can save. Our Christian airwaves have become little more than a closed forum for the evangelical culture to talk to itself; the walls that separate our suburban churches from the mission field at their door are now reinforced with security bars, perhaps to keep at bay the dreaded secular humanists outside. I am convinced that the escalating urban violence, lawlessness and moral decay of our society is a direct result of a large portion of Christ's church having abandoned its natural function in our society (messengers of the Good News, salt and light in our cities, and God's outstretched hand to the poor) for twenty years while we worked to build temporal political power instead of pointing toward eternity. We are sadly like Martha of Bethany in Luke 10:38-42, so busy with our own agenda that we have missed the only thing that is truly important. It is my conviction that the political and cultural baggage of the popular Christian culture needs to be laid aside for a time, while we refocus our lives and our churches on the life and teachings of one Jesus of Nazareth. It is my prayer that the evangelical church in America might consecrate a season to "know among you only Christ, and Him crucified." More than at any time in the past twenty years, the evangelical church in America today stands in need of renewal, revival and a return to the simple Gospel of Jesus. Let us now call for a return to a basic Christianity, that centers in the life and person of Jesus and demands a personal relationship with Him, placing a renewed emphasis on radical discipleship, evangelism and Bible study. Perhaps then we can, like Mary, Martha's sister, find our place again at His feet. Perhaps then we can heal the painful divisions that these highly charged issues have brought to the Christian community. Perhaps then we can repair the tarnished image that two decades of the "religious right" have earned us. Perhaps then, at last, we can start to build the bridges we set out to build almost twenty years ago, and begin once more to humbly take the Good News of His unconditional love to a torn and hurting nation. Maranatha. Originally published in my quarterly journal WILD OLIVES, Autumn 1992.