For more years than I can count, I have been going to the National Religious Broadcasters Convention. I was there when Reagan spoke in the 80's and the Moral Majority and Christian Right were a new force to be reckoned with. It's been in D.C., Anaheim, Charlotte, and now anchored in Nashville. Meeting at the Opryland Hotel is surreal, 9 acres under glass, out of touch with reality, sort of like some aspects of NRB.
NRB has not aged well, the leaders have managed to marginalize the
fringe health and wealth wacko's (a good thing) but have failed completely to integrate the energy and youth of the Christian music & media scene. Attending NRB is now like visiting Jurassic Park.
Lots of impressive dinosaurs, but doomed to extinction. The techno ground is shifting beneath the feet of the old guard, but they are clueless, pretending that Back to the Bible is cutting edge.
Uh, no.
I do enjoy hooking up with friends from far and wide, and seeing MacArthur, Stanley or Lutzer is a treat. But where is Andy Stanley, Louie Giglio or Greg Laurie? Nowhere to be seen. End of story.
Nonetheless, there are highlights. Cliff Barrows blew my doors off with the message, Anchored in the Word, Relevant to the World. He was a lion in the pulpit. Let's leave it at that.
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