It takes having your own children to see the twisted and warped views that were subtly instilled within you (and that you often unknowingly shackle on your kids).
Sometimes great trauma forces one to actually wrestle with their faith; putting to test your beliefs and resolve with what you usually only intellectually hold as truth. Finding hope in what seems hopeless. Finding faith in what seems impossible. Right now I'm trying not to be a fatalist.
Every generation has its revolution, its moment of clarity in the ever evolving values of what compromises 'Christianity'. Whether it be the massive outreach and impact of mega-churches or new ways of thinking about our faith (open theism), each generation somehow seems to find its own way of bridging their faith with the culture. I believe much of my generation (and younger) could be said to be in what I term, "Vulgar Christianity".