Lord... We Need a Pub! (part 2)

I walk through the door and am greeted by the sound of laughter and robust conversation. There is no television on to kidnap the eyes of the crowd and the music is at just the right decibel level: quiet enough to complement any conversation, yet audible enough to inspire a sing-along. Any and all major brewery advertisement posters and memorabilia have long ago been sent to the dumpster because each beer tap handle is enough to let you know you'll be drinking something great tonight. The lighting is warm. Not too bright. Not too dim. And before I even start looking for a seat, the man behind the bar calls to me with a grin on his face and says, "Welcome to the pub. What can I get for you?" By the time I have drink in my hand, the bartender has already introduced me to three of the regulars and has caught me up on the current conversation over what is the best way to handle your finances in this day in age. By the time I gain enough courage to chime in with my own thought, one of them turns to me and says, "Finally, somebody with some sense. BARKEEP! THIS KID'S NEXT ROUND IS ON ME!"

Sound familiar? ... I know. It doesn't sound familiar to me either. This, however, is my hopeful vision of what the pub could and should be. Could you imagine a place that is so informal and welcoming that anyone could walk in and feel comfortable? Could you imagine a gathering place for people so compelling and engaging that one would be hard pressed to leave the establishment the same as when they walked in? How about a culture that loves to celebrate together and tell stories; a culture that winces at the thought of somebody sitting alone?

The reason why the world needs a pub like this is because we need each other. The good Lord made us this way. We need to have shared experience. We need people to sing with and celebrate with. We need to hear new and old ideas on life. We need to buy beers for the people with whom we disagree and clink glasses as friends, not enemies. We need an obvious location for the foreigner and outsider to get connected. Lord... we need a pub!

So if you agree with me and you believe we need this, then why don't we have it? I'd love to hear your thoughts, but my primary belief is that we don't have this pub because it is too difficult. To bring a new person into an already rolling conversation requires patience and kindness. To buy a drink for the man who just told me that my theory on this or that is "total shit," calls for a love that goes beyond the self. To be hospitable enough to consistently allow new and old to come and go is a challenge to our sense of security and comfort. A pub like this demands more than just a great location and a solid beer list. A pub like this would need the key ingredients of a people choosing to live in a radically sacrificial and counter-cultural way and a pub keeper who can set the tone for the whole community. Please read more about one of my favorite pubs in Acts 2: 42-47.

Lord... we need a pub! Not a utopia, but a pub that needs swept and mopped every night and sees good times along with the bad. A place where heaven touches down and reminds us that maybe God is fonder of us than we thought. Wasn't it Ben Franklin who said, "Beer* is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy"? I don't know if Benny Boy has it quite right or if this logic fits into any church's theological doctrine, but a pub and a community like this might be the kind of proof needed for such a glorious and life-giving statement. What do you think?

Cheers mates! 

*Historians now think that Ben Franklin may have been talking about wine and not beer. This is believed to be the original quotation, "Behold the rain which descends from heaven upon our vineyards, there it enters the roots of the vines, to be changed into wine, a constant proof that God loves us, and loves to see us happy." My apologies to those offended by my perpetuation of this misquoted text.

Lord... We Need a Pub! (part 1)

I hand the large and intimidating man my license. He glares at me as if to say, "You better watch yourself, buddy," but then nods his head to allow me in. Upon entering this house of libations, the thick smell of perfumes, alcohol and B.O. fills my nostrils as the gratuitous thumping of subwoofers blaring out something by Brittney Aguilera or the Black Eyed Timberlakes attacks my eardrums. I shoulder my way through the crowd of packed masses trying to not lose sight of the people I came with. By the time I get my overpriced drink, I'm left with the options of yelling a conversation with my friends, awkwardly dancing way too close to people I don't know, or sitting back (if I actually found a seat) and creepily staring at the whole scene.

Sound familiar? This has been my experience with the whole bar/club scene. You can probably guess my opinion on these establishments, but can we at least admit that these nights out never are as glamorous or fun as they are on TV or the movies?

Maybe this will be more familiar.

I walk up to the counter and order my drink. They hand it to me in a disposable cup as if to say, "Would you get out of here already," but they do it with a smile, so I accept it gladly. I find a seat at a tiny table as the sounds of steamers, blenders, and indie music fill the air. I look around and quickly realize that without the fluorescent glow of a MacBook or IPad shining on my face or the designer look of white ear buds nestled in my ears, I have unwittingly reduced myself to the awkward drinker of coffee with no other plans.

This, of course, is the publicly private experience of the coffee shop. I acknowledge that I am being dramatically negative toward these two business types, but I'm trying to make a point. Isn't it interesting that two of our primary locations for social gathering, the bar/club and the coffee shop, are not conducive for conversation... especially conversation with new people.

At the bar, I have to yell until I'm horse. At the coffee shop, I fear that I'm interrupting a study session. It's not that this is all bad, but it makes sense to me why our culture needs virtual "friends" to whom they can share their thoughts in hopes that they will be "liked."

It seems to me that we need an alternative. We need a place where music sets the mood, but politely stays in the background. A place where we can learn philosophies on life, hear stories of triumph and defeat, and gain a new understanding on any and all trivial matters. We need a place where we can learn the art of savoring. A place where everybody knows our name. Lord, help us! We need a pub.

To be continued...

Proposal Story Contest

Hey everybody!

Sara and I entered our proposal story into an online "Best Proposal Story" Contest. In order to have a chance at the Grand Prize of a free honeymoon, we have to at least be in the Top 20 by the end of this coming Monday (May 7). The Top 20 are determined by votes.

You are allowed to vote once every day (i.e. today, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday). There are only 4 days left! You can also vote once for each email account you have. So if you have two email accounts, you can vote twice a day.

To vote you will need to "log in". To log in you'll need to either register an email address or log in through facebook. If you choose facebook, you'll have to click a button that says you will "allow" this to happen. Once you have logged in, you simply find the story called "A Proposal of Puppy Proportions" and click the "vote" button underneath our picture.

I realize this is kind of a selfish blog, but we are in 20th place right now and could be passed at any moment. It will take you 5 minutes... tops! We need your votes.

Click on this link and let the voting begin.

Movie Review: Blue Like Jazz

Last week I was able to check out the greatly anticipated movie Blue Like Jazz. When I say, "greatly anticipated," I understand that this anticipation was probably mostly coming from me. I even asked a college student who attends a Christian university if he was going to see it... he had no idea what I was talking about. It was at that moment that I realized that I was old and that it had been almost a decade since this book was released during the prime of my Christian angst. Maybe you know what I'm talking about. For me, it was an age of perfect "clarity" on how the old people had screwed up the church royally and that they needed to make way for the revolution. It's funny how aging makes those old failures start to look like pillars of wisdom.

Whether you went through this phase or not, Donald Miller became the voice of honest reflection on the odd subculture that is Christianity.  Having been to several youth group conferences, church camps, and Newsboys concerts, it was nice to hear somebody say in a way that still loved Jesus, "...this is kind of lame."

So when I found out that Donald Miller was allowing one of his books to be made into a movie and that he was going to be part of the creating process... I got excited. At last Kirk Cameron stayed in his apartment above the Seaver's garage and allowed for the possibility of a good movie involving Christ and Christianity to be made. Thankfully, Miller did not disappoint.

For those of you who read Blue Like Jazz, please do not expect an exact retelling. I would actually recommend that you read A Million Miles in the Thousand Years: How I Learned to Live a Better Story. (This book speaks of how Miller had to rewrite and enhance his own story to make the screenplay something an audience would enjoy watching and what he learned in the process.)

The movie, although very different from the book, worked for me. It did a fantastic job of exposing how many Christians become disciples and followers of the Christian subculture (i.e. lock-ins, Christian t-shirts, and calling things we dislike, "liberal") rather than following the Jesus who preached the Sermon on the Mount.  It also does a great job of exposing how running the opposite direction in search of "freedom" can be equally as enslaving.

The movie is by no means an Oscar contender, but it is a great conversation starter. I also laughed a lot. I can imagine many Christians being offended by the movies non-black-and-white approach to life, the language, and the truthful but scathing shots at the Christian subculture, but if you can get passed these things, I think you'll find a movie that speaks a lot of truth and feels real. It's not "fireproof," but it's a movie I'd watch again.

On a scale of -3 to 5 pints ("-3" being the new version of Clash of the Titans and "5" being Shawshank Redemption quality), I give this movie 3 pints! 

Did anyone else see it? Let me know your thoughts.