Lately I have been meditating on the condition of the American church. I have been abroad to mission sites, in places where the “church” was more a symbol graffiti-ed on a wall than a building. The body of Christ more like an amoebic blob of intracellular mechanisms engaged in metabolic processes within the social mass of protoplasm. Has building become too paralysing a part of the body? Could the American church still be church without it?
What incredible things would be released if we did that? I can think of resources set free for ministry, hurting people not just salved by pretty words and a pat on the back or handshake, but set free from their bondage. It all sounds like ideological fluff if it ends there though. That’s all for now, while this unspools in my brain lol.
Friends, as I prepare for a run, I wanted to jot this down, my first ever blog. Those who know me best know I am in a season of transition, not sure what the next several months hold in store. The philosophical passions I have in life, Christian discipleship and chivalry reveal my idealistic temperament. Where this blog will go is never certain, but where it begins is: what does it mean to be a Christian community in the secular world?
As a pastor I feel more and more as though the pastorate is not what it was meant to be as we look back at Acts-Ephesians: one role among many in the expanding movement. So who am I? What am I? In a hurting, anxious world is a voice of instruction all I am meant to be? Where should I be among the people of “the Way?”