I just read a great article about the many young evangelicals that are becoming Roman Catholic, high Anglican or Lutheran. The contemporary evangelical tradition has taken them as far as it can, and they are yearning for something deeper and more grounded. To be honest, myself and many of my friends feel this too, so the article connected deeply. But this paragraph stopped me in my tracks…
Andrea Palpant Dilley explains her own shift from Presbyterianism to apostacy to generic evangelicalism to high church: “In my 20s, liturgy seemed rote, but now in my 30s, it reminds me that I’m part of an institution much larger and older than myself. As the poet Czeslaw Milosz said,
‘The sacred exists and is stronger than all our rebellions.’
Both my doubt and my faith, and even my ongoing frustrations with the church itself,
are part of a tradition that started before I was born and will continue after I die.
I rest in the assurance that I have something to lean against, something to resist and,
more importantly, something that resists me.”
There are no words to describe how deeply this moves me. Or how badly I need this.