I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned it on this site, but I’m a big fan of Francis Schaeffer, the evangelical theologian, writer, activist, etc. Although his work is far from perfect, without it I doubt whether I or many other Christians would ever have moved into the broader world of intellect beyond the slim volumes available in the local Zondervan store. Certainly, I doubt whether I would have begun work for the Ph.D. without his influence.
I recently provided research assistance to Barry Hankins in his book about Schaeffer’s life and work. Though Hankins is sometimes critical, I think he also saw a great deal to admire in Francis Schaeffer. His book The God Who Is There is particularly compelling. My introduction to his work came through the multi-part film series How Should We Then Live.
Schaeffer was an unusual fellow. Though born and raised in America, he rose to fame as the host of a Christian retreat in Switzerland that ministered to young wanderers from the universities of Europe. They crashed at his place and he engaged them continually with an examination of their worldview. It worked amazingly well. He began to tour the United States, blowing minds at Christian colleges and churches, and challenging students at secular institutions. My in-laws were at Wheaton when Schaeffer came to give lectures. This strange man with knickers, long hair, and a chin beard talked about art, music, history, culture, politics, and science. He knew what was happening at the cutting edge of society and could comment intelligently about it. He had seen the films and listened to the music, even the aharmonious works of John Cage.
I give you this background to say that I cannot understand the attitude of his son and longtime partner in his work, Frank Schaeffer (formerly known as Franky Schaeffer). I decided to look in on his website and found the following:
Frank was born in Switzerland to the famous American evangelical theologian/evangelist Dr. Francis Schaeffer. Frank was sent to British boarding schools—from which he ran away at fifteen. He became an artist protégé. His first one-man show was in New York at the Frisch Gallery when he was seventeen. It was followed by successful shows in London and Geneva. Mrs. David Rockefeller bought the first painting sold at Frank’s New York show.
Frank is a survivor of both polio and an evangelical/fundamentalist childhood, an acclaimed writer who overcame severe dyslexia, a home-schooled and self-taught documentary movie director, a feature film director and producer of four (“pretty terribleâ€) low budget Hollywood features, and a best selling author of both fiction and nonfiction.
As you might imagine, I find the portion I italicized rather galling, as though an evangelical/fundamentalist childhood were a scourge comparable to POLIO. I didn’t have that kind of upbringing. In honesty I felt blessed to run into those kind of folks at Florida State University. I guarantee you I didn’t feel like I caught a crippling disease.
Last I heard, Frank had converted to Eastern Orthodoxy. I have to hope that his position on evangelicals is not foundational to their church.