Are We the Church?

When people get together, conversation reminiscing about the past occurs. There is always a comment about how the world and society have changed over time. As a people, we were kinder. We had a humanitarian heart. We knew and loved our neighbors. We were a community. We went to school together, played together, and worshipped together.  So, what has changed? Technology, false teachings, fear, exaggerated demands, parenting styles, instant gratification, self-fulfillment, and the list go on indefinitely. What is the church’s response to all of this change? Has the church grown so fearful that we have become legalistic, judgemental, and separatists? Have we acquiesced to popular culture? Have these attributes led to the church becoming voiceless? Please understand that the church is not the building, pastor, elders, deacons, or  ushers. The church is the people. That’s us!

My friend recently found a story and posted it on Facebook. It is a story that reminds us of how easy it is to be the misled, the gifted, the misfortunate,  the mosinderstood, the judgmental, the poor, the wealthy, the compassionate, and the proud.

The pastor says they sit front and center. The gay boys. Sometimes they hold hands. And some folks have said he should address the issue. But the pastor tells me he doesn’t know what to say.

There is the couple who are pregnant and not married. Walks in shame as her father a “Man of God”, physically slaps her legs while she is having morning sickness and the Boyfriend who is not wanting to marry her. But the pastor tells me he doesn’t know what to say.

And then there’s the man who sneaks in the back door. Fresh off the street. After the service starts. And leaves before altar call. The people sitting close complain about how bad he smells. Of beer and smoke and sweat. But the pastor tells me he doesn’t know what to say.

And then there’s the young mama who wears dirty clothes and lets her four children come in and eat all the donuts and drink all the watered-down juice. Some church staff say they “…eat like little pigs. Like they haven’t eaten in weeks.” While the Mama just stands there and lets them. And the elders say something must be done and said. But the pastor tells me he doesn’t know what to say.

And there’s the whore sitting among the faithful. And everybody knows her. She sits with a painted-up face, cheap perfume, and a broken heart. And those who sit close, well, they all treat her for what they think she is. And at the last staff meeting, her name came up. Something must be done about her. But the pastor tells me he doesn’t know what to say.

The pastor is a good man. Holy and just. And he wants to do the “right and loving” thing. And he wants to “look like Jesus”. And he asks me if I have any thoughts on anything he could say.

Yes, sweet Pastor. I do.  Start with this and say it Louder than any other words:

“Welcome to Church. This is a place of love and hope and safety and forgiveness. There will be food for the hungry. Living water for the thirsty. We are so glad you are here. You are invited. You are loved. Come on in—we’ve been waiting on you. Welcome here. We are the church.”
Say that. To the called and to the called-out. To the leaders and the greeters. To the dirty and the clean. We are all the same. We are.

May we blow the dust of religion out of our souls and choose affection instead. May our words and actions and reactions be a sanctuary for all.

Jesus broke many laws to love. So, Jesus, be our voice. Be the only words we should ever speak.I believe this with all my heart. Years ago we were kinder. Everybody looked out for one another. We need to go back to that. It takes us all. We gotta do better at looking out for each other instead of breaking each other down.

–Author Unknown

What a lesson. Let’s not get caught up in a technological, heartless world. Let us not put all responsibility into the pastor’s hands. Together, let us rise with an outreach beyond a building. Let us challenge one another to be the church and to love as Jesus loved.

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