I’ll let you in on a secret: Silicon Valley is a spiritual desert in many ways, if we could just slow down long enough to realize how thirsty we are. One of these days, we’ll figure out that we are never going to quench our thirst if we keep drinking the spiritual equivalents of sugar water and sour wine. They are poor substitutes for living water. It’s hard, but we need to fast from a too-comfortable Christianity. We don’t have time for a drive through, take-out Christianity, one made with high fructose corn syrup and no complex carbs, a Christianity that doesn’t demand anything of us and doesn’t change us. And we have to stop dabbling in discipleship like we’re at a wine tasting: swirl, sniff, taste, spit. If we want to find salvation in Silicon Valley, we have to give up sipping and spitting and drink deeply of real life.
I wish the evolution of love happened a lot faster. And I wish those moments when we experience real communion with God would last a lot longer. Because our Methodist body is so broken right now, we’d better get up that mountain to pray. Who knows? By God’s grace it is possible that this tragedy could somehow be transfigured so that one day in the not-too-distant future, our Church will look more like Jesus.