I gotta say…I love, love, love this Occupy thing. Love it! All the angst…all the neo-hippie sentiment…all the cardboard and Sharpie usage. Just love it, love it, love it. Here’s the drop though: I don’t love Occupy for itself or really a lot of its pissiness and politics. No, I love it for its eminent and eventual fallout, that’s right–FALLOUT.
Fallout. Demise. Dismissal. Failure. Disconnect. Without question, all the picketing, pomp, and protest will end with disappointment and unmet expectations for so many putting so much into it. Much of the activism of the 60’s and 70’s was thwarted, shot down, or in some way petered-out. However, this is not an anti-activist or anti-protest entry. I am trying to remain as pro-Jesus and unpolitical as possible. Those who know me know that I maintain the Millennialist Theocrat political worldview. Yeshua ’12!!!
My point is, those of us that know our Bibles and know that the only real answers start and end in Christ, know that somewhere in all this standing around and looking upset, there will be some kind of fallout. Even if some pseudo-change occurs, it probably won’t be well organized and won’t last for long…and even if it could, it still won’t solve the eternal issues of sin and humanism. We ALWAYS return to our vomit.
So what happens next? What if we Occupy every American city? What if the economy totally collapses under the weight of all this? More tear gas? More police? Martial law? Rubber bullets? What if it just fizzles and leaves several hundred thousand hipsters and aging neophytes without a shepherd (which, I don’t think they have one now)??? Beleaguered. Jaded. Disenchanted. And even more in search of the answers…or an ANSWER period.
Because this looks so much like the Jesus Movement 40+ years ago, I find myself ridiculously optimistic as I stare down the business end of an American Revival. I mean, what a setup!!! We have people finally standing up for something, albeit not really that much, but SOMETHING nonetheless. They’re cussing, writing songs, living in tents, wearing Mohawks, and inventing great slogan-bearing homeless shields to stave off “the Man.” How awesome is this! If you ask me this thing is a pulse of a generation that has top-ended, they have crashed into the glass ceiling. Drugs won’t do it anymore. Neither will alcohol, sex, music, technology, cell phones, cutting, computers, Facebook, texting, or movies.
Does this sound familiar? A culture fed up. A culture falling out. We are primed for explosion!
There must be something more. There must be some simple answer. There has got to be something that is REAL.
I, for one, am so excited and pulsing with hope amongst all this. We NEED upheaval. A little CHAOS could do the church some good. Let’s get overwhelmed and in over our heads with thousands of new, messed up converts. All hail the coming FALLOUT!!!
Come on Holy Spirit…let’s rock this sucker!!!