What Will Replace Evangelicalism?

I’m not so confident that the Evangelical will turn anywhere. Aside from those conspicuous personalities who’re now walking the Canterbury Trail, the standard jellical cat stays put. Indeed, if the “typical middle-class, scrunchy-faced, entertainment besotted pew-warmer” stays true to form, at least from my perspective, he will remain seated right there on his stackable chair, awaiting the Next Big Thing. And then the Next Big Thing. And then his kids and grandkids will replace him, awaiting the Next Big Thing.

I’m tempted to agree with you; it’s been that way for long enough it seems reasonable to think it will never change.

But how can we know that?

Can the human soul subsist at this level forever? Is there no hope for redemption? Is this Hell?

I balk at that.

We hope and pray for redemption, a movement of God whereby the Spirit grabs our shoulders and shakes some sense into us.

Regarding your observation, last year I heard Douglas Gresham, C.S. Lewis’s stepson, speak at Wheaton College. During the Q&A after his lecture someone asked, “What if Lewis were to awake or resurrect today? What would he think?” With absolute heavy-faced seriousness Gresham paused, then quietly replied: “He’d think he’s in Hell.”

I believe every word of it.

It has always struck me as odd that Evangelicals latched on to CSL the way they did. In a way it made sense: it was a desperate grab for credibility and a kind of apologetic sobriety. (If all you had was Francis Schaeffer, everyone knew you were not a Dean’s List sort of person.)

But Evangelicals never, never ever understood the world of Barfield, Eliot, Williams, Coghill….

I always thought the Wade Center was a bit of an incongruous shrine.