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The Place with the Weekly Seminars

I read this statement in the comments section of a blog: “A one-hour Sunday morning service is NOT church, not if you don’t have a community you go into the world with during the week.”

I found that quite interesting. It’s a matter of going to church vs. being the church. At my church we don’t, in any organized way, go into our community together. But I think I pretty much know the people who are being the church beyond Sunday morning–who are seeking to shine their light and influence others.

But if a church merely consists of people who come together on Sunday morning for an hour or two, no matter how inspirational that may be, and then revert to their default behaviors the rest of the week…can you really call that a church?

Too many churches aren’t really churches, I’m afraid. They are just organizations that offer an hour-long religious seminar every week.

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Carnal Controllers in the Pew

I heard a novel church growth idea last weekend. It involves incorporating a bit of Survivor into the church. Every year, the church staff would be allowed to huddle and vote somebody out of the congregation.

Now, wouldn’t that be a great idea? Working at our denominational headquarters, I’ve heard gobs of horror stories over the years about laypersons who are either control freaks or just downright carnal (sometimes both). They hold back their church from flourishing, and frustrate and discourage every pastor who comes along.

My Dad encountered such laypersons in probably every church he pastored (five of them). He was savvy enough to handle them, but young ministers get eaten alive, and sometimes end up leaving the ministry.

I think there have been times when, if it came to a vote, I might have been the one voted out. Dad too, during his layperson days (right, Dad?). With Dad and me, the problem is that we are deeply involved in the church, care deeply, and yearn for the church to prosper. But lots of problem laypersons just want to exert control over what they consider their fiefdom. And in some cases, they are just carnal, unspiritual folks who, in actuality, are controlled by Satan.

I wish the good laypersons in more congregations had the backbone to stand up to these bad laypersons. But we don’t like making waves in the church, and it seems easier to change pastors than to deal with a treacherous layperson. Somehow, the spiritual folks need to step up to the plate. Otherwise, their church ain’t going anywhere.

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Making a Place for Sex Offenders

An article in the New York Times, called “Sex Offenders Test Churches’ Core Beliefs,” tells about a church in Carlsbad, Calif., that is embroiled in a controversy about a convicted sex offender who wishes to worship there.

Mark Pliska, 53, told the Pilgrim United Church of Christ congregation that he had been imprisoned for molesting children, but he wanted a place to worship and liked Pilgrim, where a banner inside says, “All are Welcome.”

The pastor talked to members who had been abused as children, and to parents, and none objected to Pliska attending. But as he continued getting the feel of the congregation, he found some people saying, “If he stays, I leave,” and others saying, “If he leaves, I leave.” A no-win situation.

Rick Warren says that people with AIDS are the lepers of today–the outcasts, the people nobody wants to be around. But I suspect that churches are more welcoming of people with AIDS than of child sex offenders. I would say that child sex offenders are today’s lepers.

A half-century ago, when divorce was uncommon and highly taboo, churches didn’t know what to do with a divorced person. I suspect many of them felt unwelcome. Now our churches are (regretably) filled with divorced people. Today, many conservative churches don’t know what to do with gay people. But child sex offenders–they simply revolt us. And society constantly reinforces that attitude. We’re told that “Once a child molester, always a child molester.” We want nothing to do with them. We don’t want them in our pews.

My church, Anchor, fortunately, is not like that. And maybe churches are more loving and accepting than I think they are. But in some conservative churches, you can hardly be a Democrat and be fully accepted, so I’m confident sex offenders are way over the acceptance edge.

As always, it’s instructive to ask, “What would Jesus do?” This person who embraced lepers, whose heart went out to prostitutes, to society’s untouchables. Would Jesus exclude a child sex offender from fellowship? Of course not. But Christians have a lot of trouble being like Christ.

For now, Pliska has been asked to not attend worship services at Pilgrim, though he does meet with a weekly small group. Good for them. This man is homeless, and thanks to publicity over the church controversy, he lost his job. He yearns for Christian fellowship, but finds himself accepted by some and reviled by others. Life is incredibly difficult for him, but if you say that, people will respond, “But what about his victims! Look how difficult he made their lives!”

It’s a tough situation. But how can a church keep its soul when it tells certain people, despite the fact that they are repentant and spiritually hungry, “Because of your past, you aren’t welcome here”?

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The Other Easter Resurrectees

Last night at church, we discussed the crucifixion scene in Matthew 27. We talked some about verses 52-53, which say, “The tombs broke open and the bodies of many holy people who had died were raised to life. They came out of the tombs, and after Jesus’ resurrection they went into the holy city and appeared to many people.”

We kind of skip over this part when talking about the Holy Week events. Why is that? Seems like a pretty significant thing to me. And it raises all kinds of questions.

  • How long had some of these people been dead? Months? Years? Decades?
  • It says the tombs “broke open.” Did people notice this? Did they go check out the situation and find them empty, or find formerly dead people walking around?
  • These dead people came to life, but didn’t go into the city until after Jesus rose from the dead. Why the wait? What did they do in the meantime? What did they do for food? Were they hanging around Jesus’ tomb, waiting for him to come to life? If so, did it freak out the women, when they came to the tomb?
  • It says these people “appeared” to many people. Did they stick around, or disappear? Did they also ascend into heaven, or did they continue living and eventually die again? Did any of them marry and have kids, who would perhaps be contemporaries of their own great-grandkids? What did they do for a living? Were they there when Jesus ascended into heaven?
  • What influence did these people have on the early church? The Bible doesn’t refer to them, but they must have been hanging around somewhere.
  • Did these people believe in Jesus? They were “holy” people, but probably some never knew Jesus when they were alive (either because they lived before Christ, or they just didn’t have the opportunity to run into him). Did they have to be “converted” to Christ (away from Judaism)?

There is a whole lot between the lines of these two verses.

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Subversive Questions About Family

Pastor Tim wasn’t supposed to preach today. He and Tara were supposed to have their new baby last week, and Tim’s dad, Gerald, was slotted to speak in his place. But the baby, alas, seems in no hurry to greet the world. And so there he was, speaking about pride, one of the Seven Deadly Sins in this “Vice-Busters” series.

He’s been using a Bible figure with each sin, and today he used Joseph–that spoiled kid who thought he was better than his brothers (and was, actually, but that’s beside the point)–to go along with pride. As an aside, Tim pointed out that, if you want good models of family life, the Bible is not the place to go. That’s certainly true. You don’t find healthy families in the Bible, just lots of dysfunction.

Why is that? When God put the Bible together, he was fully aware of what he was leaving out.

We’re big on the family–family time, family values, strengthening the family, protecting the family, etc. We want our churches to be family-oriented, and we constantly stress the need for strong families. We take the gloves off in the political arena to protect our view of the “traditional,” as-God-intended-it family.

You would think the family is a central theme of the Bible. But it’s not. Why is that? Is it okay to ask that? Does God view the family differently than we do? Is our view of the family wrapped up in our culture? Why didn’t God ever chastise those Old Testament heroes for having multiple wives? Did God care, or not? Don’t worry–I’m not headed toward advocating polygamy or gay marriage. I’m just askin’. In sort of a quasi-heretical way.

When Jesus spoke about the family, it was usually about alienating family members and redefining the family as the total body of Christ (“For whoever does the will of my Father in heaven is my brother and sister and mother”). The New Testament writers give some basic instructions regarding family roles, parenting, and husband-wife relationships, but not as much attention as they give to church roles.

Why doesn’t the Bible give us examples of good families? “What about Mary and Joseph?” you ask. But for all we know, Joseph, despite his superb start, could have become an alcoholic and committed suicide with a nail gun. We don’t know.

Is there some heavenly paradigm that we’re missing? And could that be the reason so many “good Christian families” go haywire? Are we doing family in a way which seems right to us, but isn’t really what God had in mind? Am I going absolutely nuts?

Okay, I can tell that you’re getting really really mad, so I’ll stop. But…I’m just askin’.

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Quit Your Church Shopping and Commit

I came across this quote from the blog of a North Carolina pastor, who went on an excellent rant against church-shoppers:

The church is a battleship, not a cruise ship. Pastors and leaders are generals to equip you for battle in the trenches, not cruise directors to make your stay more enjoyable on the Lido deck.

I have little patience for church-shoppers, those shallow Christians who “try out” churches as they search for the illusive perfect one for them. Maybe they’ll settle into a church for a few months, maybe a year, but they keep the escape hatch open, ready to bolt if they get restless.

At some point, you just need to muster some maturity and commit to a church. Roll up your sleeves and declare, “This is my church. This is where I’m going to find nurture, and where I’m going to minister. And I’m not going to jump ship if the church falls on hard times, the pastor leaves, a new church with flashy promotion starts up nearby, or I just plain get upset about something. I’m committed to this church, whatever might come.”

Now, I’m not against changing churches. There are legitimate reasons. I’ve changed churches, and I’m not in favor of sticking with a church no matter what (too many wonderful saints are wasting away in dying churches, thinking they are doing something good for the Kingdom by keeping open the doors of a doomed church). But you know the type of person I’m talking about. People who won’t sink roots into a local body of believers, and as a result, their spiritual roots never go far beneath the surface. Because maturity in Christ demands, I’m convinced, the involvement and fellowship and opportunities for ministry that a healthy local church provides.

A lot of post-modern/emergent writing paints idealistic visions of the church, and I fear it makes our younger generations dissatisfied with just about any church they come across. No church fits the “biblical” model and ideals that they read about. Some, as a consequence, stop attending church altogether, while others go on a perpetual shopping spree. This is why I consider some post-modern writers, like Brian McClaren (as good-hearted as can be), just a bit dangerous. They make readers discontent with church in general, and dissatisfied with any church they come across.

Hey, it doesn’t take a great intellect to find fault with the “established” church (Anchor being one such church). Give me a few minutes, and I can write out a few dozen ways in which we fall short of what God wants us to be. I don’t need any special wisdom or insight or powers of perception to find fault. It’s easy pickins.

But the church is the vehicle God designed to carry on his work, and I don’t think he’s satisfied unless I’m fully engaged with and committed to a local congregation. I simply can’t live my Christian life any other way.

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Don Brown – My Successful Failure

My first post-college abode was a house divided into three apartments: I occupied the upper level, another guy about my age lived right below me, and Don Brown lived in an apartment jutting off the main porch.

Don was an angry, bitter, disagreeable fellow. I met him one night as I returned from a church meeting. He stood at his screen door grousing about something–either about me or the landlord, I don’t remember which–as I approached the door to the upstairs.

“What did you say?” I asked with good humor, walking to his screen door. He repeated it. Whatever it was. I joked back, and it disarmed him. He calmed down a bit–just a bit–and I asked him if I could come inside and chat. He hesitated about that, but relented with a gruff “Sure.” Or something like that. It was 27 years ago. He opened the door, and I found a place on the couch while he settled into a recliner. He wore white shorts, probably boxers, but nothing else. No shirt, no socks. I remember his skin being very white and pale.

We talked. Don asked what my Dad did. I told him he was a pastor. “That’s a great racket,” he said sarcastically, trying to tick me off. Throughout that visit, Don tried to tick me off. But I just joked with him, and eventually, he was smiling as part of our banter. It was some of the best relationship-building I’ve ever done.

I was intentionally trying to be a witness. At the time I was involved with Evangelism Explosion, so I knew what I was doing. Eventually, I hoped to lay out the gospel message for him and give him a chance to respond. But first, some cultivating was needed. So he became my “project.” Today’s postmodern and emergent writers mock the idea of making someone an evangelistic project. Well, jolly good for them.

I returned another time. Don welcomed me in, but our conversation went pretty much as before. Don was a retired railroad engineer, divorced, alone, very bitter, and not in good health. He was mad about everything. He was also very smart. Not senile. Just a grumpy old man who made a formidable sparring partner. And I think he came to like me. Appreciate me, even.

Then he moved. One day his apartment was empty, and it made me frantic. I hadn’t gotten very far, hadn’t presented the gospel to him. I had been nice, but hadn’t told him why I was nice; for all he knew, I could be a Mormon. But somehow–I don’t remember how–I learned where he had moved, the upstairs of a house about a mile away.

One night I went to visit him. He was surprised to see me, but invited me right in, and we talked for a while. I probably witnessed in some simple way, but was mostly still cultivating. I was just an immature jerk a couple of years removed from college, 23 years old, yet my interaction with Don was tempered and wise, far beyond my years. Don’t know what got into me.

Life zips along way too fast. I didn’t go back for a long time. I thought about doing so, but I didn’t. Soon. I told myself. And then one day, I saw Don’s obituary in the newspaper. I cut it out and placed it on the credenza in my office. It was a reminder of my failure. A reminder that I hadn’t done enough. That because I didn’t go back, because I never presented the gospel, Don was in hell. I genuinely felt this way.

I kept that newspaper clipping in my office for probably 15 years. It always made me feel guilty. We evangelicals are taught to feel guilty–that we’re unworthy, we never do quite enough, we fall short, there’s always more we can do. But at some point I tossed the clipping, having evidently concluded that the statute of eternal limitations had expired.

At the Church Media conference Pam and I attended last June, one speaker, Paul Clifford, told about doing man-on-the-street interviews with people in his city to craft a video to use in a message. One fellow they approached was a Wiccan. They struck up a conversation, and the guy gave some comments on film.

Paul said, “We didn’t do anything. All we did was be nice to him.” But the result of being nice was that this young man began giving Christianity a second look, and on his own, he accepted Christ into his life. Then he led his brother to the Lord. And then both of them were killed in a car crash. Two souls now in heaven, all because they were nice.

I was nice to Don Brown. I regrettably didn’t get any further than being nice. But maybe nice was enough. Maybe Don gave Christianity a second look. Maybe I made some huge influence that I never saw. I definitely felt led by God to visit Don. I was obedient. That’s a good thing.

I’ve always viewed that as a failure. But now I’m thinking that’s hogwash. I should view it as a success. The Holy Spirit prompted me to do something, and I did it. I tried to befriend a guy the rest of the world couldn’t stand to be around. God knew how the story would end. He valued my role, but wasn’t limited by it. And maybe, just maybe, Don’s waiting up there in heaven for me. Wouldn’t that be something.

Now I’d like to get that clipping back. But this time, I would hang it on the wall as a success story. As something I did right. Lord knows I need more of those.

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The Church Service, Then and Now

Church services have changed greatly during my lifetime. I occasionally find myself harking back to services of my earlier, formative years. And yet, I like today’s services. I thought I’d draw comparisons between today’s church services and those of, say, the 1960s and 1970s, and see who wins.

Keep in mind that I’m speaking in generalities, and only from the tiny United Brethren corner of Christendom. So this is basically useless drivel with no statistical accuracy. As if that ever stops me.

Sermon content. Sermons have become (in general) shorter and more relevant to contemporary life. Less theology (not good), but more practical application. At the same time, sermons are more “sensitive” and less hard-hitting, less no-nonsense about what it means to be a Christian. Overall: it’s a draw.

Multimedia. Multimedia, to me, greatly enhances worship and the communication process. Hurray for technology, and God bless PowerPoint. Ministers, no longer mere talking heads, creatively augment their messages with movie clips, props, metaphors, Powerpoint slides, etc. Technology is expensive, and some ministers feel crippled without their techie tools. But overall: hugely positive change.

Pastoral prayer. How I dreaded, as a kid, standing for 15 minutes while the pastor droned on with his high-priestly prayer. But this practice seems to have bitten the dust. Overall: excellent change.

Music leadership. It was 1991 before I attended a church which used drums and guitars. I would have loved drums even in the 1960s, but alas, we couldn’t get beyond the organ-piano combo. I enjoy involving more laypersons in the music, and being able to do new songs rather than be chained to what’s in the hymnal. Overall: an absolutely wonderful change.

Congregational singing. Lots of deadbeats sit in today’s pews, not singing. Just standing there with stone faces. What’s the problem here? Plus, since nobody actually looks at music (as in a hymnal), nobody sings parts. I miss that. Overall: bad change.

Songs. A lot of great music is being written. Unfortunately, it all says the same thing: God is great, wonderful, awesome, merciful, faithful, loving, etc., etc., etc. And he’s all of these things to me me me me. Lots of touch-feely lyrics, all between the singer and God. Looking for new congregational songs about evangelism, conquering sin, the church, missions, the second coming, Christmas, prayer? Sorry, you’re out of luck unless you track down a hymnal. Overall: bad change.

Attire. In early days, I always dressed up for church. Now, people go casual. Lots of people deem that a bad thing, a lowering of standards, a lessening of respect for God. I see it as removing a barrier for unchurched folks. Clothes shouldn’t be a barrier. Overall: great change.

That pretty much covers it. Did I miss anything significant? Looks like I think things are better than in my youth. So, no more harking for me.

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Totally Confused About Worship

For many years now, “worship” has been the in thing in churchdom, the thing we do which is supposed to be paramount, more important than anything else. Evangelism, obedience, faithfulness, discipleship, missions, spiritual gifts–they had their day. But today’s United States church says it’s all about worship.

I confess that I’m totally confused when it comes to worship. I’ve heard so many definitions and general proclamations about worship, with so many contradictions and inconsistencies, that I’ve given up. I think I helped craft one definition, as part of a music team exercise, along the line of, “Worship is giving all of myself to an infinite God.” Or something like that (am I close, Chris?). It was profound, as everything about worship must be.

We hear that worship isn’t what we do on Sunday morning, but how we live throughout the week. That worship is a lifestyle. I’ve heard that everything we do is an act of worship. That we worship by teaching Sunday school, by eating right, by driving within the speed limit. That world missions is, in fact, an act of worship (rather than an act of obedience to the Great Commission, which I was errantly taught as a kid by non-worship-minded adults). When I send my wife flowers or do the dishes or get to work on time–more acts of worship.

But then, we do some kind of elevated worship on Sunday, when we hold worship services. But what part of the morning is worship? When people say, “I really worshipped this morning,” they’re usually talking about the songs. Nobody says, “I really worshipped in listening to that sermon,” or when the offering was taken, or during announcements.

As a worship team, we lead the congregation in worship. But if it’s a lifestyle, and not something we do on Sunday morning, then what exactly is our role? If what we do inspires positive emotion, people will say it was good worship. If the pastor gives a knock-em-dead sermon, people will say it was a great sermon, not a great act of worship.

I read today someone’s thought that, “Quite often worship is simply a baptized version of our culture. In our worship we simply mirror what is all around us–worship of self.” Wow, there’s something to think about. But that person is confining worship to what happens in worship services.

Our new Christian rock stars are worship leaders like Matt Redman, Chris Tomlin, Darlene Zschech, and Tommy Walker. Instead of going to hear them “in concert,” we go to hear them conduct musical worship. During my childhood years we had fulltime evangelists, and they emphasized that winning the lost is more important than anything else we do. Well, few fulltime evangelists are still around; it’s just not a marketable skill, I guess. But we do have thousands of worship leaders who tell us that worship is, of course, more important than anything else we do. Since I’m a Communications Director, I’d like to tell people that nothing is more important than communicating clearly, but you can’t pack an auditorium with that message.

So anyway, I’m confused, and I’ve been blissfully confused for many years now. And I wonder how many other people share my confusion, but don’t want to admit it and thereby show themselves to be spiritually unenlightened. When I hear new definitions or profound pronouncements about worship, I just nod my head with severe understanding and privately look forward to the day when some other Christian concept becomes in vogue, something that people can explain with a little more consensus and less starry-eyed abstract prose.

To me, it’s not all about worship. It’s all about obedience and faithfulness. Those are concepts I can wrap my mind around. Is God pleased with what happens at my church on Sunday morning? If he’s pleased, then I’m pleased, and I don’t get my shorts bunched up about whether or not worship occurred.

(This is what happens when I’m snowed in.)

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Morbid Lyrics About the Blood

Chris Kuntz, our former worship leader who now leads worship at another United Brethren church here in Fort Wayne, wrote on his blog about the hymn “There is Power in the Blood.” As I voiced in a comment, I tend to shy away from the “blood” hymns as a bit morbid. Consider these:

  • “There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel’s veins. And sinners plunged beneath that flow lose all their guilty stain.”
  • “What can wash away my sins? Nothing but the blood of Jesus.”
  • “Alas and did my Savior bleed and did my sovereign die.”
  • “For Jesus shed His precious blood, rich blessings to bestow. Plunge now into the crimson flood, that washes white as snow.”
  • “Down at the cross where my Saviour died, down where for cleansing from sin I cried. There to my heart was the blood applied….”
  • “See from his head, his hands, his feet, sorrow and love flow mingled down….”
  • “Are you washed in the bood, in the soul-cleansing blood of the Lamb?”
  • “What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus….Oh precious is the flow, that makes me white as snow.”

Pretty gruesome, huh?

Today’s contemporary Christian songs talk about how much Christ loves us, and talk about the cross in sort of a shiny symbolic way, but avoid talking about what Jesus actually suffered on our behalf (which the film “The Passion of the Christ” portrays with morbid power).

Chris distilled the simple message of this old hymn with the questions asked at the beginning of each verse:

  1. Do you want to be free from the burden or bondage of sin?
  2. Do you want to win over evil?
  3. Do you want to be so pure that you are whiter than snow?
  4. Do you want to serve Jesus by doing His work here on earth?
  5. Do you want to live every day praising God and singing to Him?

If your response to any of those questions is “Yes,” then the answer is: “There’s power in the blood.” Not in the spilled blood itself, but in what it made possible–the total transformation of people.

I wonder if, by sheltering our pew-sitters from the reality of what Christ suffered for us, we unintentionally promote a sort of wimpy Gospel. That the Christian life is all about love and hope and peace, not about (potentially) tremendous sacrifice and suffering. We certainly don’t advertise, “If you become a Christian, you may be called to suffer more than you can imagine.” No, we don’t want to scare people away. So we promote the Christian life as happiness and having your needs (and wants) met. And as a result, we get wimpy Christians who buy into the American-dream consumeristic lifestyle, thinking that that’s what Christ intended for us. “I have lots of things. Therefore, God is doing what I signed up for.”

I’m still not anxious to inflict “blood” hymns on Sunday worshipers. But if people want “Yes” answers to those questions posed in “There is Power in the Blood,” I guess we need to point them to the reason they can have “yes” answers.

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