I am working on a book that takes up much of my spare time. Details will be coming in a couple of months. Until then, feel free to visit Internet Monk where I may have the occasional contribution.

Here are some that you might have come up with.

• Anti-Union
• No Movies (for some)
• Lack of concern for the environment
• Driven by consumerism
• Homogeneous
• Complimentarian
• King James Version only (for some)
• Dispensational
• Young Earthers
• No Alcohol

Jim and Ruth Bell - Engaged!

I used the word stereotypical, because, for many Evangelicals this list is not true at all. It is certainly not true of my parents. I put the list above in the order that I did, because it reflects a sequence of events in my parents life through which I learned that as an Evangelical there were alternatives to these beliefs. This weekend we are celebrating my Parents fifty years of life together. As I have reflected upon my life with them, I have been amazed at how much I have learned from them as they have broken through so many of the Evanglical stereotypes.

My great-grandfather on my father’s side of the family died when my grandfather was a young boy.  As a result my grandfather and great-aunt had to work in a linen mill. My grandfather was twelve at the time, and his sister was eight. She was so small that she had to stand on a box in order to reach the work table. This family history certainly had an impact on my father, and many years later, when I was criticizing a particular union action, my Dad reminded me that, “If it wasn’t for unions, we would still have kids working in the factories.”

In order to escape that life my great-grandmother started to manage a movie theatre, for which she was condemned by the church. As the church did not offer any alternatives she persisted with her new position. It is not surprising then that my parents did not take the hard stand against movies that some evangelicals did.

Our family has had a sense of Adventure.  My grandfather on my dad’s side of the family traveled the world with the Royal Navy.  While born in Northern Ireland, he met his wife in Barbados, before they moved to South Africa, Zambia, England and finally Canada.  On my mother’s side my grandfather trekked great distances across Africa on bicycle.  After marrying my grandmother they lived for a number of years in a very remote corner of Zambia.  While Evangelicals have never been known as being great stewards of the Environment, my parents experiences in Africa helped to install a love for the great outdoors in me from a very early age. They had both lived in fairly wild areas of Africa, and appreciated the great areas of wilderness in Canada that was so close to our home. My first wilderness canoe trip was at age three, and I have so many good memories of time spent together canoeing, camping, swimming, hiking, or picnicking in some of Canada’s open spaces. Forty-five years later I still enjoy taking my kids up to the area, and passing the teaching on to them.

When I was eleven my parents moved from Canada back to Africa where we lived for a number of years. We didn’t have a lot of money, and never bought into consumerism that is so so prevalent in North America.  My parents felt that giving their children different cultural experiences was more important that have nice things.  While they might be considered conservatives in Canada, in Africa they were definitely considered liberal both politically and theologically. Their willingness to cross racial barriers created a basis for me to do so even more so as I entered adulthood.

Four years later we moved back to Canada, and my mother returned to the part time job that she had held four years before. After a period of being assigned lousy shifts, and facing the prospects of even worse shifts, she decided to return to school, taking Business and Computers. After graduation, my parents broke the mold yet again when they moved to another community where my mother had been offered a good job. Again the tongues were wagging, as moving because of the “wife’s job” was unheard of in our church community. Decisions like that made it much easier for me to be egalitarian in my own marriage relationship.

Jim and Ruth Bell - 50th Anniversary

My grandfather on my mother’s side of the family finished his career as a Bible translator.  He typed through the Bible seven times on a manual typewriter, while translating it into Chibemba, one of the main languages of Zambia. His favourite English version was the Revised Standard Version. As I was growing up my parents always had a variety of translations at home, and never bought into the King James only idea.

Our church however was not only very conservative with a strong emphasis on the King James Version, but is was also very dispensational, with what seemed to be an obsession with the idea of a pre-tribulation rapture. My parents did not hold these views and they took a lot of flack for having a contrary position. At another church it was a similar conflict, but this time over young earth creationism.  I learned from them the value of independent thought, that scriptural interpretation wasn’t always black and white, and that I shouldn’t be afraid to challenge what I was taught.

When it came to some of the “vices” which were on the evangelical watch list, my parents were moderate conservatives. As mentioned above, we enjoyed a lot of different movies, and my parents had a very occasional glass of wine. I asked them why they drank so little, and remember my mom responding, “We have never really found any wine that we really like. We do like the taste of communion wine, but the Elders wouldn’t tell us what type it is!” .

Having been involved with Internet Monk for several years, I have come to realize that my parents have experienced what this site calls a post-evangelical wilderness. They are evangelical at heart, but don’t fit the evangelical mold.  Finding a church in which they feel at home has been difficult.  I find it interesting, but not surprising, that they are currently worshiping in a church that is similar to my own, somewhere in the nether world between the evangelical and mainline traditions.

Mum and Dad, congratulations on reaching your 50th anniversary.  I have learned so much from you from the nearly fifty years I have spent with you, and will continue to look to you for wisdom and guidance in the years to come.

“Why are American Christians so opinionated in the church and out of the church?” I asked my to-be American husband. As a mainline protestant Canadian Christian immersing myself into Midwest American Evangelical Christianity, I was struggling with the personality of the American Christian. The American Christian was far too outspoken and politically active for my Canadian sensibilities.

I came to understand and believe that my American Christian friends were simply a by-product of the larger American revolutionary personality; outspoken, confident, proud, generous, courageous, action-oriented and reflecting the entire political landscape, not just the extremes of the right OR the left. I learned that American Christians, living in a culture that values personal opinions and debate, needed to have discourse concerning any and all church matters. My experience was that the stereotypical Republican American Patriotic Christian was the exception and not the rule.

At the same time, I was blessed to experience the American Christians’ generous and courageous personality when Believers from my church community rolled up their sleeves to become the Body for me in my darkest days while facing the illness and death of my husband. I was privileged to witness American Christians at their best, ministering to me in the most difficult of situations when boldness and confidence were needed to proclaim victory in Christ in the midst of tragedy.

After spending almost two decades in the US, I returned to Canada, socialized as an Evangelical American Christian. Even after three years of working to re-establish my Canadian Christian identity, there continue to be times when I feel that my adopted American Christian personality is too much for the fundamentally strong but gentle, reserved, quiet “living out your faith with few words” Canadian Christian community and the larger very tolerant Toronto Canadian culture where the cultural narrative declares that Christianity is at best one of many equal paths to God. I find it harder to live out my life as a Canadian Christian than as an American Christian, despite the outward niceness of the Canadian Two Solitudes personality (two nations trying to live side by side peacefully).

The culture wars are an ever present part of daily life in the US; court battles on behalf of the Christian Right (but not always on behalf of all American Christians) are a daily event. Despite the larger political and societal conflict, I lived openly as an American Christian, with freedom to discuss my faith with friends and decide my position on any issue independent of any personal political affiliation. In contrast, proclaiming Christ as The One and Only True Way to God in Toronto is viewed as un-Canadian, narrow, and God forbid even intolerant and American. Living out my faith in Toronto Canada feels counter-cultural and indeed subversive as I try to find ways to proclaim Christ in a culture that at best values equality of all religious beliefs in the name of peace and tolerance.

Nonetheless, God has used the Canadian national personality that is exhibited in Canadian Christians to bless me, support my healing and to further my growth as a Christian. The faithful and committed Christians in my spheres of influence in the Toronto/Hamilton area have demonstrated gentle caring for me during my transition back into a Canadian life and have modeled a contagious desire to grow deep in Christ. At this time in my faith walk, this is what God had clearly ordered for me that the Canadian Christian can deliver in a sensitive, strong yet gentle manner.

God does indeed work in wonderful and mysterious ways through the very cultures that greatly influence His precious Saints!!