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Snootiness and Church Size

Though I loved the MinistryCOM conference, my first impression was a groan.

When I registered, I was directed to choose one of four colored badge holders based on my church’s size. Blue for churches of under 1000, green for 1000-3000, yellow for 3000-5000, and red (I think it was) for churches above 5000. I, of course, took the blue one. Reluctantly. I hate pecking orders, and that’s what this sounded like.

Throughout the 1980s, I attended the Evangelical Press Association’s annual convention, a really big deal which brought together editors and staffs from several hundred evangelical publications, incuding all the biggies (like the Christianity Today family, Moody Monthly, Decision, Focus on the Family, etc.). I then edited a denominational magazine with less than 5000 subscribers. Denominational magazines were at the bottom of the pecking order, and 5000 subscribers was peanuts. Now, I had invitations to move to large, status publications, but I always felt God wanted me to remain with the United Brethren church. So I just sucked up the general disdain from the snooties.

But after a decade, I grew tired of being looked down on. The final straw came when I talked over lunch with an editor from The Banner, a prominent, award-winning denominational magazine for one of the Reformed denominations. The lady asked me who I worked for, and I told her. What’s your circulation? Five thousand. How large is your staff? It’s just me. Then she said, “Well, it must be very rewarding work.” While what I read between her words was, “Loser.” She then seemed bored talking with me, and turned her attention to others.

In reality, I knew I could write circles around her. I had three EPA writing awards to my name. I’d sold freelance articles to over 40 Christian publications. But because of size issues–denomination, circulation, staff–she considered herself a cut above me.

The editors from the big publications hung around each other, they ate together, they formed circles during break. Meanwhile, we little guys scattered around the edges, drinking coffee by ourselves, waiting for the next session to start. At meals, we filled in at tables with an extra chair.

I went to one more convention and stopped. I’d had enough with the status positioning, the snobbishness of the Big Boys (and Girls).

So, when I picked up my MinistryCOM name-badge holder, those old feelings came back. I represent a small church in a small denomination. I wouldn’t be considered a person with much to offer, just a peon coming to learn from the Biggies.

I asked one lady what church she was from, and her instincts immediately went to size. Her response was a chagrinned, “We’re not a large church.” Amused by her seeming sense of inferiority, I told her, “My church has 120 people. We’re a land-locked church plant.” She perked up and said, “Oh, we have a thousand people.” She paused, then said with a smile which humbly recognized the silliness of our dance, “I guess you win.”

So, I probably had the distinction of representing the conference’s smallest church (though I actually came representing my denomination, which was as big as two Christ’s Church of the Valleys).

But joy of joys, I experienced none of the snootiness I experienced in the Evangelical Press Association. Nobody paid attention to the color of your badge. We were all communications professionals serving the Lord. And I found that so extremely refreshing.

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Sunday Morning Kiddie Songs

Today was “Back to School Sunday” at Anchor. The worship team did nothing but children’s songs–“Give Me Oil in My Lamp,” “The B-I-B-L-E,” “The Lord’s Army,” “Zacchaeus,” and “Father Abraham.” What a blast watching the adults do the motions!

Tim preached sitting on the platform with kids around him. He used a tree as the metaphor, and his message concluded with everyone going outside to plant a tree between the church and the youth center building. He let the kids plant the trees. Then the kids went to the door of the youth center (which is just a house we bought) for a bag of school supplies.

We did that in each service. It was fun and different. But I’ll be ready to do some rocking next week.

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The MinistryCOM Conference

Last Thursday and Friday I attended the MinistryCOM conference in Phoenix, Ariz. I hadn’t heard about this organization until I received an email about it. It’s designed for church communications professionals, which is my gig in life. This was their second annual convention. I’ll plan to attend every year.

Most of the attendees came from large, large churches which actually need someone to work fulltime in communications. Some had entire communications departments. This takes in a bunch of areas: marketing, graphics, the internet, public relations, information technology. The focus was more strategy than techie.

The level of competence, creativity, and commitment (three C’s! I should write sermons!) was extraordinary. I gained something from every keynote session and every seminar (most conferences throw in at least a few losers).

We met at Christ’s Church of the Valley, a 10,000-person church in Peoria, on the northwest side of the Phoenix metro area. My goodness, what a sprawling campus! The property at CCV, as it’s known, featured many buildings; this being Arizona, you don’t need hallways and enclosed walkways. The church holds four services each weekend–two on Saturday, two on Sunday. They promote them as “identical services.” Off of the sanctuary was a bookstore, a nice coffeehouse (with wireless access), and a scramble-system food court. Scores of tables sat outside, most under umbrellas or open-sided enclosures. Southwestern architecture is my favorite, and this church uses it beautifully.

When MinistryCOM attendees identified themselves, they usually gave the size of their church, not in a pecking order kind of way, but for context. I concluded that churches below 2000 round off to the nearest 100 (nobody said, “We have 1750 people”), churches above 2000 round off to the nearest 500 (so there’s no 5300, just 5500), and somewhere around 7000 or so, they begin rounding off to the nearest 1000. My size of church rounds off to the nearest 5 (do I say we have 120 people, or 125?). I didn’t meet anyone in a church with less than 1000 people, but my experience, in our denomination, is that they round off to the nearest 50.

I learned a lot, and I’ll inflict it upon my blog in the days ahead.

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Adventures in Flying

I’m sitting in Chicago’s O’Hare airport, waiting for my 50-minute flight back to Fort Wayne. I’ve been in Phoenix attending the MinistryCOM conference, a really wonderful event. I haven’t flown since November 2002, just after the Transportation Safety Administration (TSA) took over all airport security. My, a lot has changed in that time. Here are some of my observations and experiences from this trip.

  • I used etickets for the first time. Booked everything through Orbitz by myself. Very nice. Orbitz sent voicemail to my cellphone with each leg of the flight. For instance, after arriving in Chicago, an Orbitz voicemail informed me that the Fort Wayne flight was on schedule, and told me the gate number and time of departure. I never had to produce tickets anywhere. Nice.
  • I loved the self-checkin stations. Swipe a credit card, and the machine identifies you. Put in your flight number, and it calls up your itinerary. Indicate how many bags need to be checked, and then the machine prints out your boarding passes for each leg of your trip.
  • In Fort Wayne, I set off the alarm several times, and the TSA guy waved me over to a section for wanding and frisking. At that point I was in my socks, cargo shorts, and polo shirt. No watch. No cell phone. Nothing metal in my pockets. The guy asked me if I had a prosthetic implant, like a fake knee. I said no. A few seconds later, he asked again, “Are you sure you haven’t had a surgical implant of some kind?” I think I might remember something like that. Anyways, a guy came and explained exactly what he would do, and said that when he frisked me, he would only use the back of his hand. Which, of course, made it perfectly okay for a guy to run his hands over my body. The problem turned out to be the multiple snaps in my cargo shorts. Fortunately, I didn’t need to remove my shorts.
  • The TSA employees were very professional and friendly. In Phoenix, the guy in front of me handed his boarding pass and a photo ID to the TSA guy at the head of the line. It wasn’t a good photo. The TSA guy asked if he could provide his driver’s license. The man pulled it from his wallet and said, “The photo doesn’t look anything like me.” The TSA official looked at the driver’s license, looked at the man, and then said, “Now I know why you gave me the other photo.” We all chuckled.
  • The boarding passes have a group number on them. Instead of boarding by aisles, as they once did–“Now boarding aisles 23 through 35”–we board by groups. Group one is always frirst class, and they board first, the snooty elites. On the last flight, I was group two, and we were the rows in the back. So they don’t go in order, from front to back of the plane.
  • On the flight to Phoenix from Chicago, a three-hour flight, all of the flight attendants were guys. One, if he colored his hair entirely gray (it was already partially gray), would have looked like Taylor Hicks from Americdan Idol. And I would have asked him to show us a dance move.
  • I had no trouble finding bin space for my carry-on laptop bag. In the past, people lugged aboard massive garment bags and anything else they could carry. I would get aboard early, lest all bin space be taken. But now that they’ve clamped down on carry-ons, I can board last and still have no trouble.
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Book: Adventures in Missing the Point

book_adventures.jpgPaula, my niece, highly recommended the book Adventures in Missing the Point, by Tony Campolo and Brian McLaren. Each chapter deals with a different topic–Doubt, Sin, Women in Ministry, Homosexuality, the Environment, Evangelism, etc. The two authors each wrote half of the chapters and briefly commented on the other person’s chapters.

Since Paula recommended the book, as we stood in the Christian bookstore where she works, I bought it. I finished the book a few weeks ago.

Last night, I had supper with an old friend, We were talking about postmodernism and how much we bought into the assumptions about the fundamental attitudinal change which postmodernism insists is upon us. And so it’s inevitable that Brian McLaren’s name arose, since he’s the guru of postmodernism. My friend, Steve, suddenly asked, “Am I the only one who thinks McLaren is a boring writer?”

I thought I was alone. I breezed through Campolo’s chapters in Adventures in Missing the Point, but found myself continually bogged down in McLaren’s chapters. The contrast was spectacular. I ended up reading all of Campolo’s chapters first, checking them off in the table of contents, and then forced myself to read McLaren’s chapters, like downing cough syrup. Steve, my friend, had exactly the same experience.

Campolo’s chapter on homosexuality was some of the best writing I’ve seen on that subject; many of my questions found answers that lined up very satisfactorily. His chapters on women in ministry, the environment, and eschatology were also very good.

Sorry, but none of McLaren’s chapters seemed particularly insightful, though my copy of the book does show occasional underlines in his writing. And they certainly weren’t fun to read. (Paula found the chapter on “Doubt” very helpful to her, which is great.) Part of my problem with McLaren is that he looks at everything through the filter of postmodernism. I don’t think he could go to the bathroom without pondering how the urinal design reflects modernity. Since I don’t necessarily buy some of his basic assumptions, and yet he examines every subject in the book based on those assumptions being correct…well, that obviously creates a problem.

So do I recommend this book? I recommend half of it. Campolo’s superb. Skip the rest.

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Turning 50 and Getting Honest

I’ll turn 50 next month, and I’m giving myself a gift. Actually, I’ve been working on this gift since early May, and I’m hoping that by the time I actually cross the Great 50 Divide, I’ll have a good sense of what the gift looks and acts like.

The gift is authenticity.

At this point in my life, I feel confident enough about my place in the universe that I don’t feel the need to impress, to protect, to defend, to spout the party line. No longer do I want to play games, trying to seem better at this or that than I really am, whether it’s an issue of occupational competence or spiritual vitality or intellectual knowledge. It’s not like I’ve been a big fake, a phony, a political games-player. Over the years I’ve been pretty open and honest. And yet, streaks of embedded inauthenticity run through my daily life, which I’ve discovered (with dismay) during the past few months as I’ve been trying to excise falsity from my deeply-ingrained habits and tendencies.

I want to grow in being honest, transparent, vulnerable, genuine, open. I don’t want to tell people what they want to hear, or what they expect to hear from me as a denominational suit. I don’t want to only voice sentiments that are safe, whether at work or church or in general relationships. I don’t want to play the part of an all-knowing, all-spiritual church elder, when my knowledge and spirituality fall way below allness. I want to stop playing Christian one-upmanship games, end the reign of pretense in so many nooks and crannies of my Christian character, and slay the remaining dragons of insecurity which give rise to self-justification, defensiveness, and excuses. I want to have no inhibitions about saying, “Wow, I really goofed that one up,” or “I was wrong, and you were right.”

Authenticity doesn’t require that I turn into a blunt jerk who dumps critical crap on people and says things like, “You know, you’ve got really ugly ears. Hey, I’m just trying to be honest.” There is still a matter of appropriateness and discretion. But you get the idea. Writing regularly in this blog is actually very good practice in being authentic.

So that’s my birthday present to myself. I’m working on it every day, trying to flesh out what it means, though I keep encountering bastions where genuineness remains locked out. But that’s where I’m headed. And so far, I’ve found it quite liberating.

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The Never-Changing Van Wert Fair

Last night we took our annual pilgrimage to the Van Wert County Fair. Pam and I have been going for, we figure, 18 years now. At least. Started before we got married. Last night we went with my brother Rick and his family.

Food is the main attraction. Always the same stuff from the same places, in the same order. I got two sandwiches from Ragers–sausage, and bologna. Fiske fries came next. Then a funnel cake. Then a bag of roasted almonds at an outrageous price. And finally, the famous cherry ice cream. Everything is always in the same place as the year before. Mom says the cherry ice cream stand is located in the same place it was located when she was a kid, which goes back at least, uh, 20 years.

I climbed over a bunch of tractors with Cameron, Rick’s son, who must be four or five at this point. I can never remember. One old, restored tractor still had a key in the ignition, a mistake by the owner, I’m sure. Cameron, who routinely pulled every lever and flipped every switch on every tractor, was quite surprised when he turned the key and the engine turned over.

I have gobs of relatives in the area, but didn’t see a one of them. Did see Ed Gebert there, the guru of Attention Span.

People complain about how slow churches are to change. Well, I’ve got news for you. Nothing changes more slowly than the Van Wert County Fair. And despite all my progressive harpings, I like the fair that way. Should I appreciate slowness-to-change more in church? I’ll have to think about that.

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Big Talk About the Poor

I’m an advocate for taking care of the poor, underprivileged, and dispossessed in our midst. Or am I?

These people are definitely on my conscience. Have been since 1981, when I heard former UPI reporter Wes Pippert speak at a press convention. Pippert, in addition to being an ace reporter at the top of his profession, was also an Old Testament scholar. A brilliant guy whom I first heard speak when I was a student at Huntington College. At this convention, he explained how, throughout the Old Testament, God’s judgment or blessing on a nation was usually tied to how well it took care of its poor people.

Pippert’s words planted a seed in me which has grown, slowly, ever since. Until then (I was two years out of college), despite having grown up in wonderful evangelical churches, the poor were not on my radar. Which makes me wonder why the heck we United Brethren have this huge blindspot regarding something central to God’s heart. Whatever the case, during the past 25 years the poor have been on my radar with ever-increasing pings, and Pippert’s words have been repeatedly reinforced. It’s now something I believe strongly.

But has it made any difference in my life, beyond self-righteous, idealistic sniveling about the need to care for the poor? Mark Driscoll writes in Radical Reformission, “Ideals become values only if they are lived out.” Well, it would be fashionably humble to beat up on myself, but the truth is, my behavior and attitude have come a long way. Yes, I live in a nice house and blow a lot of discretionary income. And yet, there are things I do and don’t do that demonstrate a change from ten years ago.

Through my current church, I hang out with people on the lower end of the economic scale. They are my friends, and I care about them in a hands-on way. I’ve gone beyond just writing checks to someone else who works around poor people. What started when Pippert plucked my conscience has blossomed into something that really matters. But not nearly as much as I’d like it to matter. And as much as it will matter, I hope, next year, and the year after that. I’m still more of a talker than a doer. But I’m glad to be more than an idealist, too.

Many fundamental attitudinal changes take years. Wes Pippert’s message wasn’t a Damascus Road experience for me, where I suddenly turned 180 degrees. Rather, it started me on a really long journey. And now, after 25 years, I find myself way way down that road. And I should take some pleasure in that. I can look at other areas in which change has come not through a crisis experience, but through a steady progression. Like my thinking regarding how Christians should view the environment, gays, politics, spending habits, war and peace, and much more. I’m also learning to be patient with people who are also on a journey of attitude-change, and not expect any amount of harping on my part to transport them to the place it took me 20 years to reach.

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University Vs. College

Every year my alma mater prouding announces its placement in the US News ranking of the top colleges in the midwest. This year they placed 16th.

A year ago they changed the name from “Huntington College” to “Huntington University.” The argument was that a number of other schools were adopting the “university” label, and there seemed to be solid data that the “university” tag would increase the school’s stature in people’s minds. And maybe it does. I’m not sure it makes much diff to US News. Only 10 of the top 50 schools, and only 2 of the top 10, have the “university” label. I just found that interesting.

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No More Sexist Trinity

The Presbyterian Church (USA), at its national convention, “received” a policy paper which suggests that the church adopt gender-inclusive language for the Trinity. Referring to the Trinity as “Father, Son, and Holy Ghost” is obviously sexist and alienates womyn everywhere. It’s a wonder any female would want to become a Christian, huh?

So here are their alternate ways to refer to the Trinity:

  • Rock, Redeemer, and Friend
  • Mother, Child, and Womb
  • Lover, Beloved, and Love
  • Creator, Savior, and Sanctifier
  • King of Glory, Prince of Peace, and Spirit of Love

So instead of being baptized “in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,” you could be baptized “in the name of the Rock, Redeemer, and Friend.”

I begin most of my prayers with, “Dear Father,” for whatever reason. Learned it as a kid, I guess, and fell into that rut. Perhaps I should begin prayers with, “Dear Creator,” or “Dear Lover.” Yeah, that would catch Pam’s attention in a public prayer meeting.

Then there’s the familiar Doxology, which ends “…praise father, son, and Holy Ghost.” The delegates sang a version which uses alternate language and avoids male nouns and pronouns for God.

I learned about this on Mark Driscoll’s blog. He referred to “some folks at the Presbyterian Church (USA) who have free time because no one is going to their church.” Oooooh, touche!

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