Where has critical appreciation gone?

The death of John Stott has led to a veritable flood of
accolades and uncritical adulation over the last few months. A recent example was the memorial service for
him at Wheaton College which raised a number of questions in my mind. One was the issue of what Stott himself would
have thought of it. I never met him but
he seems to have been a modest and unassuming man by all accounts; it was thus
probably a relief to him not to have to be there and listen to the hyperbolic
claims being made for him and his ministry by others.  We can presumably assume that one who did not
live for the praise of men during his lifetime is probably not too bothered
about it afterwards either. 

The second question, or perhaps better, observation, was why
the art of critical appreciation seems to have disappeared from the culture of
the modern world, especially the modern evangelical (for want of a better term)
world.

Even as I write, I have just been passed an article from USA Today in which Stott is described as
one of the Christian church’s `most universally beloved figures.’  Only an American could have written
that.  Back home in Britain, Stott was a
more ambiguous figure, great man though he undoubtedly was.  Like all great men, his faults were as
dramatic as his virtues, from his conscientious objection to war service in
World War II to aspects of his theology to his ecclesiastical strategy.

Death is, of course, the great atonement.  I have commented before on how you only have
to die these days in order to have all of your sins, both great and small, cast
as far from you as the east is from the West. 
The late Ted Kennedy is a good example. So is Michael Jackson.  Jackson,
in fact, is an even more dramatic example of how death – particularly death in
absurd circumstances at a comparatively early age – not only washes away one’s
sins in the public eye but also lifts one’s modest talent to the level of that
of the Olympian gods. Watching Gene
Kelly in the wonderful film An American
in Paris
recently, I commented to my wife that Kelly could dance, he could
really dance. In comparison, Michael
Jackson was able to do what?  Walk
backwards with a certain amount of style? There is no comparison; yet Jackson is a god; Kelly is all but forgotten.

To return to Stott, the problems with him were threefold:
his protology; his eschatology; and his ecclesiology. I do not want to dwell on any of these things
here; and I would also agree with any who might say that it would be somewhat
distasteful to mention these at a memorial service; but to present him as a
normative ideal for Christians would seem to involve quite a selective reading
of his life and theology, as indeed it would for the life of anyone else being
presented as such. As one friend once said to me: if you see that someone is
wrong about the beginning and the end, you might want to think twice about what
they say about the middle as well. Yet I
have looked in vain in the various laudatory obituaries and appreciations for
any hint that there may have been any significant theological drawbacks with John
Stott.

The problem with that fact is twofold: first, it fosters a
nostalgic view of the past which can itself hinder action in the present, on
the grounds that `we will not see his/her like again’; and second it precludes
any truly critical appreciation of a man’s legacy.  As to the first point, the title of the
article on my desk says it all; `Will evangelicals ever fill John Stott’s
shoes?’  Again, only an American – or at
least, somebody totally unfamiliar with the British scene – could have written
such a headline. More unfortunate still,
however, is the signal it sends: a unique giant has gone who can never be
replaced and the church is changed, changed utterly, and that for the worse. 

Actually, of course, God has a remarkably strong track
record of replacing giants: the deaths of Stephen, Athanasius, Augustine,
Aquinas, Luther, Calvin, Owen, Simeon, Spurgeon, and Lloyd-Jones do not seem to
have stalled the spread of the gospel in any significant way.  So why pretend otherwise, and in a manner
designed only to cause despondency of the `we can never measure up’ variety
rather than that of `let us seize the initiative and move forward’?

As to the second, critical appreciation seems to be a lost
art these days. My suspicion is that
this derives from the rather effeminate nature of modern culture where we
regard any criticism as deeply personal and a fundamental attack on character.
Add to this the American cultural proclivity of investing unreasonably huge
amounts of hope and expectation in single individuals and you have a powerful
sedative which will dull the senses to matters of real concern.

Stott was assuredly a force for good in personal evangelism,
in his thinking about preaching and in the way he inspired a generation of men
to go in to the ministry. Few if any of us can boast his record in these
areas. But there was another side to the
story. On ecclesiology, he was arguably an utter disaster and he must take his
fair share of the blame for weakening the overall strength of the English
church. He put his Anglicanism before
his evangelicalism and thereby led his followers up a dead end from which they
have only recently returned.   Protology
and eschatology were not strong points either. These were mistakes from which future generations might profitably
learn.

But the Stott who was `the Pope-like figure of the
[evangelical] movement [who] was a unifying voice who put Christianity’s best
foot forward’ (to quote USA Today) is
a Stott from whose mistakes we cannot learn for the simple reason that we are not
even being informed of the existence of such. It is striking in the accounts of the Wheaton service that nobody seems
to have expressed how much they learned from his errors of judgment and
theology.  Perhaps that would not have
been appropriate for such an occasion, but we must surely hope that the
ethos of the memorial service does not become the default mode for his
reception in the wider Christian world.  He was a great man with a great mind; and he
made some great mistakes, from which the rest of us can learn – but only if we
first acknowledge that they are in fact mistakes.

It is surely ironic that Christianity, a religion committed
to the notions of universal sinfulness and of undeserved salvation only in
Christ, apparently has such difficulty with the idea that our heroes are
flawed.  Yes, we all pay lip-service to
the idea; but it seems to make no practical difference. 

The problem with such failure to engage in critical
appreciation is evident all around: we seem incapable of learning from those
whom we cannot shoe-horn into our own parties.  
Think of Bonhoeffer and C S Lewis: their makeover as evangelicals, a
label which both men would presumably have repudiated, actually does them
little service.  And who could forget
Richard John Neuhaus being named as one of the most influential evangelical
leaders in America by Time magazine?  If we
can only learn from those we first remake in our own image, then we can never
really learn from that which is different. Indeed, learning becomes little more than the reinforcement or
clarification of what we know or believe already.

That Stott was important and influential is beyond dispute;
but we should not sentimentalise him because of that or ignore his faults or,
worst of all, so praise him that those very faults might ultimately be baptized
as virtues and continue to do damage long after his departure to glory.  Our brains must be kept switched on; we must
give credit where credit is due; but we must also remember that sometimes we
learn most from great men when we look at the great mistakes they made.