Who Is Your Cool?
The first decade I remember was the 70’s. It was a decade that changed our nation more than most would have believed when it began. The optimism of the 60’s gave way to a cynicism that has done nothing but grow since.
Fortunately, I was a kid and didn’t realize this until much later.
Instead, it was a decade of awesomeness. The TV show were great and none were cooler than Happy Days. I love watching as Ritchie, Potsie and Ralph Malph all tried to be as cool as Fonzie. No character on TV has ever been like him. Girls flocked to him with the snap of a finger. The jukebox would play with a tap. He could talk on a payphone without having to pay.
Many, if not most, of us who grew up int he 70’s wanted to be the Fonz.
I was anything but cool as I continued to grow up. I didn’t really have close friends. My room was in the basement of my parents’ home and I collected comic books. I was scared of girls and couldn’t talk to them if I was remotely interested in them. I ran track and cross-country, not exactly the sports that were the “coolest”.
I wanted to be the guy that scored the touchdowns and got the cheerleaders, you know?
Let’s face it. What I really wanted was to be liked and accepted by who I thought was the in-crowd and the cool kids. I wanted to fit in and be like all the other kids.
What I really wanted to do was to conform to what I thought was expected of me.
As I continue to travel down the roads of social media and blogging, I see so many of us who claim to be the King’s kids doing the same thing.
We want all of the benefits that come with being a follower of Christ. At the same time, we want to cozy up to the world and be accepted by those who He has chosen us from. It’s a variation of the old game we play where we ask how far we can go without sinning.
The coolest Christian I ever came across was Rich Mullins.
I saw Rich in concert a couple of times. I was even trying to order tickets the day he died.
Rich did what he wanted to do. He walked out onto stage barefoot. He played dulcimers and hammered dulcimers. He released two albums at once. He only lived on what money he needed and gave the rest away. He spent much of his time living on a Navajo reservation teaching Indian children music.
Once Rich was invited by an acquaintance to stop by if he was ever in town. One day the phone rang and Rich told them he was stopping by. He showed up with his duffel bag. He chit chatted for a minute and then asked if he could take a shower. Once he was done, he thanked them and left. That was it. He used their facilities and hightailed it.
I don’t want to really be like the Fonz anymore. That whole idea jumped the shark.
I still love to listen to Rich Mullins, but I don’t want to be like him either. He had his own issues and problems.
I want to be like Jesus.
He should be our aim. Whether we earn the world’s accolades or not, Jesus should be our goal. He should be who we want as our example.
He should be our cool.
Who is your cool?