I met with a film maker from Los Angeles yesterday who’s interested in making a documentary about my family’s transition from bloat to a somewhat simpler life, the connection between simplicity and generosity and Jesus and the rub that even the smallest lifestyle and theological changes causes sometimes with culture at large and family and American Christainity-as-usual and, well, you get the idea.

I told him – and I mean it – that I don’t think what we’ve done is all that radical.  It feels more like too little change too slowly to me most of the time. And it’s not a dramatic and compelling story.  And it’s still happening.  We haven’t arrived.  And we’re making lots of mistakes.  We’re not consistent. And…

We moved from a big house to a medium house.  We stopped watching TV.  I don’t have as many clothes as I once did.  I still can’t shake my addiction to caffeine though.  I do eat out – especially on the road.  I do have a car.  I do rent movies.  I do have a smokin’ laptop.  I’m not St. Francis of suburbia.

I’m not radical, though I want to be.  Or, I guess, to be honest, I want to want to be.

I know radical.  I meet radical all the time.  I met it last night, in fact.

This guy came up to me at the end of a talk I gave about finding rest in generous living. This guy was the COO of a media company once upon a time – Christian internet edutainment.  Then he went to Ghana and saw poverty.  He came back and quit his job and sold his house and bought an RV.  280 square feet.  He and his family have no debt, no cable, no car, but – he says – they’re extremely happy.  I’m not clear on what he does for work – maybe he doesn’t work – I don’t know.  But I walked away from that conversation with a deep admiration and awe of this man’s sacrifice and scared out of my mind of being just like him someday.  Please God, don’t make me live in an RV. Amen.

The film maker guy says I’m missing the point.  See, when I used to think about simplicity I’d think of Saint Francis, Rich Mullins, Mother Teresa, and Shane Claiborne.  Radicals. (Also, all single with no kids.) All a bit eccentric. And I’d think to myself, “Self, you can’t make your own clothes out of hemp and you definitely can’t pull off the whole dreadlock look.” And last night I thought, “I can’t live in an RV with my wife and three kids.  And I’m a terrible driver.” Through no fault of their own, radicals make it easy to dismiss their great ideas and admirable model lifestyles.  Film maker guy says that’s the point: Simplicity and generosity meets suburbia.  Make a case for compassionate living that’s convincing and attainable.

I don’t know.  I’ve got a long flight home to think it through some more though.  I’d love to read your thoughts when I get back to my laptop tomorrow.

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