18 And I say also unto thee, that thou art Peter, and upon this rock
I will build My church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.
We just celebrated the second
anniversary of our new church plant. It
is difficult for me to believe that it has been two years….really?
A great deal has taken place over
the last two years, some of which has been extremely encouraging and uplifting,
while other happenings have been tedious and discouraging. Neither of them has changed my love for the
church. The church is beautiful,
absolutely radiant.
Certainly, when I use the term, I
am referring to the biblical understanding of the chosen and called out group
of diverse people, hopelessly lost, but wonderfully found in the sovereignty
and mercy of our all-powerful, all-knowing, all-loving creator; the lovely
bride redeemed and cleansed by the enamored divine husband. The church is a
wonder.
However, I am disturbed by my own
tendency to revert to images that involve steeples and candles at the mention
of the word, but I am determined to fight these false images in my own heart
and mind in order to embrace a relational understanding that invokes passion
for God Himself, as well as His most treasured creation. Even in our most hopeless of situations and
conduct, our beloved redeemer finds us in our hiding and recreates something
wonderful. Certainly, this truth creates undying passion for His person and
sacrificial commitment to His desires and mission.
Our anniversary celebration,
although simple, proved to be significant for me. I looked around at a packed house, encouraged
and challenged by the number of youth.
Honduras, as a nation, is one of the youngest in the world, with more
than 50% under the age of 18. I would
say that our group was more like 80% young.
After a meal of tamales, arroz con pollo and the celebratory cupcake, we
discussed our hopes for the future.
This morning, while working
through the church dream lists from each of the dinner tables, I was impressed
by the combination of vision and silliness.
As church leadership, it is always
a good idea to listen to the hopes and dreams of others. It can be inspiring, but most of all
revealing. While trying to decipher the
Spanglish, I am aware of some misinterpretations regarding the nature of
church, as well as misunderstandings about our own particular vision and
philosophy of ministry. This is helpful
and necessary.
We are often unaware of the
beliefs and opinions around us. We assume that attendance implies a certain
level of understanding and agreement and there is no other way to affirm or
correct that assumption. We need to ask the right questions and carefully
listen to responses.
As the anniversary meal finished
with the normal chatter, babies crying and spilled Coca-cola, we entered into a
celebration of the Lord’s supper. The
attempt to create new church traditions is difficult, yet overwhelmingly
necessary.
The Lord ’s Supper is always
powerful for me, but I have come to realize that we all may have strayed too
far away from the Biblical model. How do
that little piece of bread and that tiny cup of grape juice begin to pattern
the millenniums of traditional Passover celebrations? We have somehow reduced the most significant
Biblical anniversary party into a melodramatic ritual tacked onto the end of an
overstuffed worship service. How have we
wandered so far away from the remembrance of salvation mixed with wonderful
food and the extended family atmosphere?
How can we observe in 10 minutes what takes an Orthodox Jewish family 4
or 5 hours? How could we possibly
instantaneously grasp the historical significance of the liberation from Egypt
and the parallel with our own new-found freedom?
As a testimony to the complicated
nature of our church experience, we would find it completely impossible to fit
the historical Biblical celebration into our scheduled format. The early church would have had no problem
enjoying this party and they would have anticipated these festivities all year
long.
So, if our church style is too
complicated for a party, what must we change?
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