My buddy Levi is one hip dude: he’s got the sweet shag haircut, the biggest backyard in the world, and a couple of relatively cool parents (though they’re getting awfully Norman Rockwell– his mom started canning her own jelly and his dad now plays on a softball team). Levi eats grilled cheese SANDwiches and goes pee-pee in the toilet (though not generally at the same time), and knows all about refrigeration and legos. Ecclesiologically, he’s post-protestant, post-liberal, post-congregational, and post-emergent: after spending the morning at SEFC and then visiting a mock-up of one of Father Marquette’s bark hut churches on Mackinac Island, we suggested a brief stop at an historic Episcopal church across the street. To which he responded, “Not another church!”
But when you’re three, you don’t always get what you want.