February 20, 2014
Part 2 - MISSED YOU AT CHURCH SUNDAY
Since leaving local church ministry, I have encountered and embraced the ability to "question" my spiritual beliefs. (I'm not sure that as a pastoral associate that would have been an acceptable, or good, thing.) I am educated, learned, traveled, experienced, and older(!), so this comes as a surprise to me. Yet it has been and continues to be a wonderfully freeing journey. I've found that I don't question or doubt most of the basics: my salvation, the Godhead Three in One, the Scripture. But the how's and what's and why's of those beliefs, many that have been formulated in a very denominational/ultra-conservative/right-wing sort of way, have come under scrutiny in my heart and soul and mind. What I'm discovering has been life-changing. Or should I say spirit-changing.
February 17, 2014
MISSED YOU AT CHURCH SUNDAY
Have Believers lost the true meaning of CHURCH? I never really questioned this until I joined the ranks of Christian misfits. You know what I mean: the older single person that goes to a congregation with no singles ministry; the bus ministry kids; the lone African American person or family in an all-white fellowship; the Christian struggling with an ongoing addiction; the homosexual looking for a place to worship; the family who can't find a Bible study class for their special needs child; the separated Christian couple on the verge of divorce; the burned-out religion-weary former minister.....
Press any Evangelical Christian to answer the question,
"What is church?" and they will more than likely respond with,
"It's a body of Believers" (that's church-speak for "it's a
group of people who say Jesus Christ is their Savior"), and then they'll
most probably mention Matthew 18:20, "For where two or three are gathered
together in My name, I am there among them.” That's what I grew up believing. Yet truth be known, 95% of
Christians out there (ok, I admit I
pulled that number out of the air) don't consider "church" to be
"church" unless they've entered that red bricked, white-steepled
building, listened to a preacher and sung songs led by a worship leader. Would you agree with me on that? (I don't like to be wrong...you know I'm right.)
I am definitely not one that believes anymore that "church" has to be a service in a sanctuary, or a chapel, or even a Sunday School classroom. I am more and more
convinced that church is also whenever me and any other Believer(s) get
together and our conversation becomes spiritual. Period. No
worship leader, no preacher, no pews, no Bible necessary. Matthew 18:20 all the
way, baby. I believe that when my friend Randy was in town and made it a point to come visit me in my office and we talked about our kids and our jobs and our spiritual journeys, that was church. And we didn't even pray (not even a blessing over our Sonic lunch...gasp). I believe that when a co-worker and I had a conversation in the warehouse about a new praise song and how much it meant to each of us, that was church. I believe that when my oldest daughter and I had a conversation about what God was showing me about prayer, that was church.
Which leads me to this: have you ever told anyone (or been
told), "I've missed seeing you at church."? Do you know what that
statement means to me nowadays? It means we think you should get up off of your
butt and meet us in that red bricked, white-steepled building on Sunday mornings
because we're too busy and you're not quite important enough for us to make the
effort to "be church" with you any other time or any other
place. We'll be glad to do church with
you if it revolves around that building and its property and its programs and you make the
effort to attend. But any other time and place that requires MY effort to come
to you? Sorry...I'm too busy getting ready for meeting-in-the-building church
to BE the church.
Yes, I said that. It may not be as callous as I make it out to be, but I believe it still boils down the same.
So, as one who now resides on the Island of Misfit
Christians, I'm not quite sure about that big, carpeted, stained-glassed
building. In fact, it intimidates me and makes me anxious. But I am interested in church. Matthew 18:20 church. Me-and-you church.
(I think my copy of the Baptist Faith and Message just spontaneously combusted. That's ok. I don't need it to have church.....)
Since leaving local church ministry, I have encountered and embraced the ability to "question" my spiritual beliefs. (I'm not sure that as a pastoral associate that would have been an acceptable, or good, thing.) I am educated, learned, traveled, experienced, and older(!), so this comes as a surprise to me. Yet it has been and continues to be a wonderfully freeing journey. I've found that I don't question or doubt most of the basics: my salvation, the Godhead Three in One, the Scripture. But the how's and what's and why's of those beliefs, many that have been formulated in a very denominational/ultra-conservative/right-wing sort of way, have come under scrutiny in my heart and soul and mind. What I'm discovering has been life-changing. Or should I say spirit-changing.
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