Seattle needs more Mark Driscolls

I know… hang with me. I don’t know where you were or what you were doing; maybe it was a sermon on their website, maybe it was at the Ballard campus or the UW campus, maybe you simply went to check out the girls or guys, maybe you heard a CD of the music or attended a community group. I don’t know how it started for you.

For me, it was 2003 and a hot young thing I was totally into, sent me a link to a sermon. So, I checked it out and at first I didn’t like it, but if it impressed this girl, then whatever. The reason I didn’t like it was the preacher kept describing me in very unflattering terms. There were reasons I lived in my mom’s basement and didn’t have a car or job. Yeah, so, I was 23 and had no idea what I wanted to do when I grew up because I had no intention of growing up. And no, my intentions with that young woman were not honorable. I kept listening, at first, because it pissed me off. Then I hopped on a bus and headed there one Sunday morning, hoping to run into the hot girl.

 That led to more and more visits. I would stay out in Ballard all Sunday because the bus from Renton to Ballard was a two hour ride. I got bored waiting between the services, so I started to volunteer. That led to a community group. I got a job and a car. I made plans to move out of my parents house. I did.

I started to admit to other men that I didn’t think I was actually as ‘awesome,’ as I always pretended to be. I admitted to having guilt and shame. They prayed for me. The hot girl gave me a bible for Easter. I read it.

Then I got really nervous. The preacher had tricked me. He challenged my very idea of what a man was and somehow lured me into all kinds of difficult work I didn’t want to do. People started asking me about the hot girl and whether I should be singling her out? They wanted to know what my intentions were.

One Sunday I realized it was all a trick. The real reason the preacher described manhood the way he did was to get me out there to Ballard to join this cult. He kept mentioning Jesus during all his attacks on my imagined manhood. What does it have to do with Jesus? Jesus didn’t have a job or a wife. He loved and served people. He wandered around and gave advice and healed people. All this talk about responsibility and masculinity didn’t have anything to do with Jesus…..did it?

Then the dumb preacher said something I couldn’t believe. Apparently, Jesus mentioned Jonah and his fish as if the story were true. What nonsense, what backward nonsense! This hillbilly preacher is just stuck in the 50’s with his literal bible and mod clothes and family values.

So, I stopped going. I went to the community group still, but not church. After two Sundays, a man I knew asked me why I hadn’t been going to church. I blustered. Where did THAT guy get off? The guy told me off right there in front of the other guys.  I went back to church the very next week.

What was happening? When did a community ever care about me? Or when did I ever care about it?

Alright preacher dude. And hot girl. And rude guy. If Jesus says Jonah was real, then the entire Old Testament is real; six day creation, burning bush, talking donkey – when did I learn all these stories – anyway – if Jesus says its true then its true because Jesus is the son of God and the son of God can’t lie…..wait, what?

I was baptized a few months later. In my baptism interview I told Bent Meyer that I wanted to be a pastor but didn’t think anyone would want someone with such a past to pastor them. Bent gripped by arm and with tears in his eyes said, “the old man who is going down into that water is never coming up again. A completely new man will rise up, and when God looks at that new man, all He is going to see is Jesus.”

Seattle needs that voice. That voice that preaches Jesus.  That voice that says this is Jesus, He is King and because He is king the Bible is true. Because He is king men should act like men – there is so much father hunger in this world. Because Jesus is God and not those multitudes of Idols that you faun over and whore after. That voice around which an entire community was built for Jesus, doing Jesus’ work in a wilderness hell-hole of a city. That voice that slew the dragons in my heart with that one word – Jesus.

Here in poofdom, where it’s harder and harder to tell the difference between a man and a woman, straight and gay, evil and good – we need that voice more than ever.  We need a community built around that voice that is always preaching and teaching that same word – Jesus. We need men who lead by following Jesus and women who follow Jesus by following their man. This is a wilderness that needs that voice.

Don’t you remember? Wasn’t it glorious? It wasn’t perfect, I know, but it didn’t need to be, because we had the Gospel. But for a time there was a loud, strong, male voice, bible in hand – swinging his claymore with both hands like William Wallace II –  crushing the head of Satan in us seattleites with that one beautiful powerful word – Jesus.


Author: Michael Kloss

There is a Sunday conscience, as well as a Sunday coat; and those who make religion a secondary concern put the coat and conscience carefully by to put on only once a week. - Charles Dickens

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