Published in the Emmaus Journal, Winter 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009 at 7:57AM Worldliness: Resisting the Seduction of a Fallen World
Edited by C. J. Mahaney, Wheaton: Crossway Books, 2008, 191 pages, hardcover, $12.99.
I rarely watch movies. I rented Spitfire Grill from Netflix two months ago and it has been sitting next to my computer gathering dust. My wife asked me last week if I ever planned on watching it. “Of course,” I said, “When I get some spare moments to carefully evaluate what tripe or nonsense is being hurled at me in the name of ‘entertainment,’ I’ll sit down with you and we can enjoy it.” I don’t like movies. Yet, for some reason, the section on media (written by Craig Cabaniss) of Worldliness struck to the very core of my heart and convicted me. Honestly, the whole book did that from page one but I was most surprised about that media section.
I suppose the real challenge in publishing a book about worldliness would not be designing a gorgeous cover and layout (which Crossway did) but not falling too far into either of the big “L Sins”— that is, legalism or licentiousness. Many books on the subject obviously have a foot, or their whole body, landing squarely in one camp. Some books are simply a moral list of all those terrible things in the world we surely should not be a part of. Others tout a bizarre form of Christian liberty in which everything, especially “art,” is sanctified and redeemed and so Christians should enjoy everything as God’s gift.
This book has one incredible strength and one minor weakness. The strength is that the authors manage to avoid both legalism and licentiousness and they refrain from any black and white lists of do’s or don’ts. Instead they focus on the real problem: the heart. At first, I sensed Craig Cabaniss leaning in the direction of legalism when he wrote, “Christians in John’s day didn’t have the internet, cable television, or iPods, but the desires of the flesh have been around since the fall. To be sure, the packaging and delivery of the world’s offerings have advanced technologically, but their substance has remained as primitive as a talking serpent.” Are you telling me that when I listen to music on my iPod or watch a movie or surf the internet that I am giving in to the serpent? But then, and this happened in every chapter, the author qualified his statement, “Please don’t misunderstand. I’m not saying that it’s wrong to watch television, rent a DVD, surf the internet, or spend an evening at the cinema.” Now that sounds like a contradiction. But I quickly found out that these authors are not about do’s and don’ts; they’re about Christian liberty exercised rightly. They’re about striking at the core of the heart.
In the first chapter Mahaney writes,
“The root issue is within. Before applying this discernment to the world around us, we must start with ourselves, for the root issue is internal, not environmental. We must learn to discern worldliness where it lurks – inside our hearts.”
Many Christians get so wrapped up in their legalistic lists or their very intentional lack of lists, that they forget the root issue is not whether you ever set foot in a theater, it’s why you set foot in that theater; it’s not whether you listen to loads of indie music on your iPod, it’s why you listen to loads of indie music on your iPod; it’s not whether you watch twelve movies a week, it’s why you watch twelve movies a week. Surely that challenges most of us. Who hasn’t passively enjoyed some form of secular entertainment that espoused a secular worldview? Mahaney nails it when he says,
There may be nothing wrong with the desires in and of themselves; but when they dominate the landscape of our lives—when we must have them or else!—we’ve succumbed to idolatry and worldliness...So what are you captivated by? Really, what do you think about most often, what images have the power to arouse your interest? It’s probably whatever is coming to mind right now. And we must ask ourselves, what value does it have? If you’re more excited about the release of a new movie or video game than about serving in the local church, if you’re drawn to people more because of their physical attractiveness or personality than their character, if you’re impressed by Hollywood stars or professional athletes regardless of their lack of integrity or morality, then you’ve been seduced by this fallen world. (pp. 30-31)
There was one weakness though I don’t believe it ruins this book by any means. Perhaps it is personal, but I really would have liked to know how these authors handle the world we live in. What movies do they watch? Why? What music do they listen to? Why? How do they justify shopping? Buying things? Living in moderately nice homes? I felt a practical void that lingered just below the surface. It would have been helpful for any of them to have stated their daily practical position on some of these issues and given a reason for why they did or did not engage in what one person may call worldly while another may engage in it every day. I was left to wonder how I am supposed to apply the principles of the book with no practical examples. I often wonder that about these authors in particular. Their theology is rock solid, their preaching is beautiful, they get the gospel right, but I would really like to know how they glorify God in their iPod listening, internet surfing and movie watching. It isn’t as if the book was completely empty of practicality, for instance Cabaniss suggests of movies and television that we must, “Watch on purpose and resist a lifestyle of passive viewing,” but even that is merely an idea in thin air.
In all this is a fine treatment of how worldliness works and what worldliness is. The authors make you think (something many of us are not prone to doing with our secular involvement) and they write compellingly. I recommend this book especially to teenagers and young people, but the book is not restricted to youth. Anyone struggling with the question of worldliness—and if you live in America you ought to struggle with this question—should at least read a section in this wonderful little book.
R. D. Thompson
