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It was Marx who argued that, rather than man shaping economic realities, it was the economic realities that shape man. Despite his manifold and manifest follies, he had something of a point here. Setting aside for a moment the chicken and the egg issue, wouldn\u2019t hard times, for instance, give rise to strong willed and stiff backed men? Wouldn\u2019t economic blessing tempt us to softness? Might this be why Agur cries out in Proverbs 30 \u201cGive me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with the food that is needful for me, lest I be full and deny you and say, \u2018Who is the Lord? Or lest I be poor and steal and profane the name of my God\u201d (verses 8-9). Doesn\u2019t it make sense that the greatest generation, the one that made so many sacrifices during World War II, was likewise the generation raised in the heat of the Great Depression? In turn doesn\u2019t it make sense that the post-war prosperity of the next generation would give rise to whining hippies?<\/p>\n
Elbow Room<\/strong><\/p>\n One could argue that the very nature of colonization and westward expansion in the early history of these United States would create, or at least attract, a peculiar mindset. People content to collect a paycheck by pushing papers or stamping out widgets need not apply. American individualism didn\u2019t arrive out of the American experience de nova, nor from the writings of Horatio Alger, but rather sprung from the hard scrabble of the frontier and the prairie. It was forged in the cold tundra of winters. Uncharted territory never opens wide before the effete, but challenges the hearts of men. That economic reality in turn shaped the artistic reality, America as a nation of lone wolves. James Fennimore Cooper brought us the Leatherstocking Tales<\/em>, a collection of novels about a frontier hero. Natty Bumpo was Daniel Boone before Daniel Boone. He lived off the land, did right by his neighbors, but aspired mostly to be left alone. That Daniel Boone was real enough doesn\u2019t explain our country\u2019s abiding interest in him. He was a hero to us because he went out on his own and built a life for himself. Mark Twain continued the same pattern as Huck Finn only begins his adventures as he heads west, on his own, to make his mark. That Holden Caufield inhabits the city and spends his sophomoric days whining doesn\u2019t change that he too is the lone wolf, alone, with no body to catch the body falling through the rye.<\/p>\n Whaddya got?<\/strong> <\/p>\n Of course, truth be told, we have by now virtually run out of frontiers. In turn we aren\u2019t exactly overrun with opportunities for vision quest, for soul-shaping heroism. But that doesn\u2019t mean we have run out of rebels. Marlon Brando at one point virtually owned the franchise. Stanley Kowalski, of the torn t-shirt, may have been torn between two women in A Streetcar Named Desire, but he was yet a man on his own. He defied convention, in the pursuit of all that his heart longed for. In The Wild Ones Brando played the leader of a motorcycle gang. They blow into a small town, and while at a bar Brando\u2019s character is asked, \u201cJohnny, what are you rebelling against?\u201d With his trademark sneer Brando replies, \u201cWhaddya got?\u201d James Dean would later be but a pale imitation.<\/p>\n To Be is To Be on TV<\/strong><\/p>\n The pattern is only now beginning to fade, but for all the wrong reasons. The modern world is regimented, a well-oiled machine. Naturally the hero longs to escape such a prison, to rebel not against nothing, but against everything. But in the postmodern world, the only answer we can give Johnny is, \u201cNothing.\u201d The only prison the would-be rebel must escape is the inescapable reality that there are no prisons. There are no laws to break in a lawless culture, no taboos to transcend when the only taboo is to hold on to taboos. Now all we have left is the aching desire to be seen, to get on camera. We no longer are a nation of rebels, but a nation of exhibitionists and voyeurs, whether we appear on Jerry Springer, or some hot-for-the-moment reality TV show.<\/p>\n Breaking Free<\/strong><\/p>\n In the Matrix<\/em> movies, Neo, the new man, had to discover that he wasn\u2019t in a postmodern world, but still just a cog in a machine, so that he could in turn set himself, and others free. He had to discover that there actually was a reality before he could break free of it. And once free, they would be right back where we\u2019re starting from.<\/p>\n Fish Swimming Upstream<\/strong><\/p>\n Which is why we must be careful. How easy it is to feed ourselves on these images from the world around us, as an inspiration to rebel against the world around us. We are rebels with a cause, but sadly we are more excited about being rebels than we are about the cause. We are Jesus Freaks who are more interested in being freaks than we are in Jesus. How worldly we are when we boldly, like any hero from Bumpo to Neo, stand against the tide of the world, so that we can be heroes. When we do such we are not only not swimming upstream, but are being tossed to and fro by every wind of doctrine. When we boldly bring forth a new paradigm, or when we boldly fight for the old paradigm, I\u2019m afraid we too often are looking at ourselves in the mirror to see how bold we look.<\/p>\n Our Hero<\/strong><\/p>\n To be counter-cultural it isn\u2019t enough to fight the culture with the culture\u2019s tools. We must instead fight the culture as Jesus would have us do. We are called, though one can hardly expect to receive garlands and have folk songs written about those who do such, to live in peace and quietness with all men, as much as is possible. To be counter-cultural is to stop worrying about how we look, and to start worrying about Whom we obey. Our hero must be He who obeyed His Father, even to death on the cross.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It was Marx who argued that, rather than man shaping economic realities, it was the economic realities that shape man. Despite his manifold and manifest follies, he had something of a point here. Setting aside for a moment the chicken … Continue reading