I'll admit, right here in digital print, that there are certain tendencies in me that would relish uprooting my family and moving to an Amish community. Wouldn't life be better simpler? Wouldn't I be more holy and happy living among disciplined, community-oriented people who live a life closer to the created world and further from the mechanization of man? More to the point, wouldn't it be nice never to answer a cell phone or update my online banking balances ever again?
Last Sunday at Cascade Hills, we celebrated the beauty and majesty of God's creation with a series of worship stations. Sunday turned out to be a beautiful day, and one of the "worship stations" took people outside to look east toward the foothills of the Cascades. With such a vision before us, it is tempting to malign the works of man: to look at our city of Salem and turn our noses up at the concrete and steel, the crowded highways, the denuded hills upon which ever-larger homes will spring, the discarded trash trail of a hundred thousand self-absorbed consumers.
But, lest ye go from this page to this one to purchase a horse with which you can ride to the open fields of Amish Ohio, consider the book Anthony Sacramone is considering writing: The Great Indoors: Why Going Outside Is Vastly Overrrated. (and read the rest of his satire here. It's a good cureall for those Amish itches.)