Ich liebe den Schreibstil von Kevin DeYoung – vielleich deshalb, weil er mir sowohl inhaltlich wie auch biografisch “verwandt” ist. Er schreibt von seiner Jugend:
I didn’t just grow up in the church; I practically lived there. My family was at church every Sunday morning and every Sunday evening. Weather, band trips, vacation, mild case of whooping cough, Bears in the Super Bowl – it didn’t matter. We were in church. We were often there to turn out the lights with the pastor and his family. I attended Sunday school. I was there on Wednesday nights as a kid and on Sunday nights (after church) for youth group. I started doing daily devotions when I was in high school. I read my Bible, had parents who loved God, and generally was surrounded by pretty decent Christian friends. And I liked it.
Das war eine wichtige Entdeckung in seiner College-Zeit (dito bei mir mit 16, 17 Jahren):
After public high school I went to Hope College in Holland, Michigan. … I’ll never forget during my freshman year having a heated conversation about religion with three other guys from my floor. One was a nominal Christian who grew up in the church but didn’t seem to care much about the faith. Another guy was a hedonist. His self-proclaimed goal in life was to have as much sex as possible. This was the good life for him. The third guy was in to crystals (seriously). He was a funny New Age dude who liked to watch Rikki Lake and play video games. And then there was me – the little boy Samuel who grew up in the sanctuary. … I felt a bit embarrassed that after all those years I still didn’t have a good grasp on some of the most foundational doctrines of the Christian faith.
So beginnt das neue Buch von Kevin (Editor), Don’t Call It a Comeback – The Old Faith for a New Day. Ein Buch, das ich in einem Zug lesen könnte. So ähnlich ging es mir bei Collin Hansen. Young, Restless, Reformed.
