Showing posts with label The Church. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Church. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Gamaliel Was Right

I have been in Romania for about 5 days now and we have seen some amazing things. Romania is unlike anywhere I have ever been before...it is a unique mix of European, Latin, and Slavic. The language is strangely familiar yet mysteriously foreign. The Latin base of the language has enabled me to pick up on a few words and phrases.

Many of the elements of modern Romania seem to be a reaction to the intense Soviet rule present for so many years. As a part of the Soviet Union, Romania was subject to harsh government rule and persecution. This persecution was especially focused on the eradication of religion, intellectual communities, or any other perceived threat to the government's totalitarian rule. In 1989, Romanian erupted in riots and protests that eventually spread to other nations resulting in the fall of the great Soviet Union. This brand of violent communism existed in Romania from roughly 1945 to 1989. During this time, all churches were banned and Christianity was made illegal. By forcing the Christians to conform, many thought that the faith would soon disappear within Romanian borders.

On Sunday I had the privilege of worshiping along my Romanian brothers and sisters. I am always deeply touched by experiencing worship in another language and culture. By hearing the saints cry out to Christ in an entirely different tongue, I am reminded of how unimportant I am. God is not American. The Holy Spirit is not restricted to North America. I am a part of something bigger...something better. The missionaries here have been speaking of the importance of "kingdom thinking." Rather than thinking of Americans, Baptists, or any other group, we must think about the overarching KINGDOM that God is building in the hearts of men and women throughout the globe. Nations will fall, churches will divide, but the kingdom of God is the only thing that will last for eternity.

In both church services we attended on Sunday there was a special time of "free prayer" for the entire congregation. This time was free for anyone in the congregation to pray aloud while the rest of the believers would prayerfully agree with shouts of "Amin!" In the night service I was struck by the beauty of one certain prayer. A few rows to my right sat an old man. This man looked weathered, experienced, and tired from a full and hard life. His age told me that this man lived through World War 2, the Communist regime, the Revolution, and the advent of the information age and internet. Slightly hunchbacked, this man slowly stood and began praying with an energy uncharacteristic on his age. I mean PRAYING. I listened to his cries ascending towards heaven in an unknown tongue. His face wrinkled with passion and I realized I didn't need to know what he was saying. Raising his voice, the congregation joined in with prayers of their own and cries to God. As this precious saint began to weep, I was tackled by the beauty of this moment. The goal of many secularists and politicians has been to stamp out Christianity. The aggressive athiests of our days theorize that through greater learning and intellectual stimulation Christianity will become as irrelevant as the Greek and Roman myths and deties. As I was sitting in that small Romanian congregation, it hit me that this line of thinking was not new. In Acts, a wise rabbi by the name of Gamaliel offered this advice concerning the new radical faith of the apostles:

"Men of Israel, take care what you are about to do with these men. For before these days Theudas rose up, claiming to be somebody, and a number of men, about four hundred, joined him. He was killed, and all who followed him were dispersed and came to nothing. After him Judas the Galilean rose up in the days of the census and drew away some of the people after him. He too perished and all who followed were scattered. So in the present case I tell you, keep away from these man and let them alone; for if this plan or this undertaking is of man, it will fail; but if it is of God you will not be able to overthrow them. You might even be found opposing God!" (Acts 5:35-39)

Probably born right before the Communists took over Romanian, this elderly man had known Christianity as illegal for most of his adult life. Rather than embracing secularism as expected, this man was a part of a large underground movement of faith that outlasted the regime that targeted them. Watching this man pray I knew that his faith was real. This man had tasted persecution but had persevered. Our faith began as a small radical movement consisting mainly of poor Jewish fisherman. Throughout the millennium we have seen this small movement shake the world to it's very core. Christianity spread to three continents in 100 years. About two centuries later, this faith had defeated the strongest empire on the face of the earth and became the official religion of Rome. The Church can and will persevere. So fear not for the Church brethren. Fear not impending persecution. Fear not irrelevance. Fear not governments. Fear not the recession.

Throughout the entire world there exists pockets of dedicated believers enduring the kind of persecution that ripped through Romania. One day, when we are able to travel freely through places like Saudia Arabia and North Korean, we will no doubt be encouraged and changed by the fierce prayers of saints stronger than us. Saints that persisted through it all. Saints like this man.


Monday, July 7, 2008

Churchless Christianity?

I first read about “Churchless Christianity” in one my textbooks for my church planting class last semester. Basically, this term refers to a contemporary religious phenomenon in India. This group is made up of Indian “followers of Jesus” who for various reasons have decided to forgo organized Christianity and remain within the religious and cultural confines of traditional Hinduism. Obviously this has sparked a lot of debate about whether or not these people are actually believers or not, and what can be done to promote a more culturally organic Christian gathering. This blog is not about that. I’m sorry if this peaked your interest, but you can learn more about this at http://www.ttpstudents.com/papers/ets/2005/Tennent/Tennent.html. (p.s. that is my sister’s missions professor)


If I am permitted, I would like to hijack this term and apply it to the modern American church. I am afraid that in the midst of our programs, pews, and preaching we have inadvertently created our own version of Churchless Christianity.


If you ask anyone you know the question: “What is church?” you will be sure to get a lot of interesting…and wrong answers. Even out of those claiming to follow Christ, it seems that very few understand what the structure and purpose of the New Testament church is intended to be. Many will tell you that the church is a place—the building down the road that still looks like 1956. Many will tell you that church is a thing you do—11am on Sunday mornings. Few will tell you that church is something you are—a redeemed family that lives, meets, and changes the world together.


Even a quick skim of the New Testament reveals just how vital fellowship and relationships are. The Church is by definition a family, a new society. Hebrews 10:24-25 gives us an example of believers meeting together: “And let us not consider how to stir up one another to love and good works, not neglecting to meet together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another, and all the more as you see the Day drawing near.”


1 Corinthians 14:26-33 and countless other verses are further biblical examples of church meetings consisting of mutual edification, teaching, and encouragement. This idea is summed up in the Greek word koinonia or “fellowship, sharing in common, communion.” This word is used 20 times in the New Testament! Its first usage is Acts 2:42 at the birth of the church and the biblical authors use it throughout the text to describe Christian community and to teach on spiritual unity and love. It is obvious that Christianity is not an individualistic religion, but instead an intense, relational, at times messy, exercise in community. C. S. Lewis put it well when he said, “Christianity is not a lone ranger religion.”


Now with this biblical model in mind, think to the churches of America. As our culture becomes more and more lonely and anonymous…so do our churches. Most churches in my city are arranged around an hour long service a week. After singing a couple songs, we listen to a sermon, give our tithes, smile our perfect plastic smiles and then go home to our depressing, friendless individual lives. I realized I am stepping on some toes with this one here…but, is this really church? We have become experts in adapting these weeklong “worship services” to entertain and satisfy everyone who comes. I once heard someone saying that they enjoyed “church” because they could go in, sit down, enjoy the show, and then leave without having to really be involved with anyone! This anonymous approach to Christianity is leaving us with a crowd of people full of sermons and songs but no community or discipleship! I fear that millions across America are going to a church building and performing religious rituals every week without ever experiencing the true ekklesia radically proposed and envisioned in the New Testament.


Wait, wait—let me explain. We have already established how important the biblical idea of koinonia is to the New Testament church, but let me illustrate this. Our bible is replete with “One another” statements designed to teach on how to deal with the ever-complex issue of relationships. We are told to serve one another in love (Galatians 5:13), encourage one another (1 Thessalonians 5:11), live in harmony with one another (1 Peter 3:8), be kind and compassionate to another (Ephesians 4:32), offer hospitality and love to one another (1 Peter 4:9, 1 John 3:11). I have only skimmed the service on the amount of biblical advice for relationships. Here is the problem—with the American model of anonymous, consumer driven, large “churches” biblical community is completely avoided. German missiologist and church researcher Wolfgang Simson put in another way, “Most churches of today are simply too big to provide real fellowship. They have too often become ‘fellowships without fellowship.’” A couple weeks ago I was having a conversation about the eroding American church with my friend Carolina and I was hit with a profound thought. If this relational, “one another” koinonia is such a vital part to the church…can you really have church without it? Can we really reduce the divine institution of church down to an hour-long show every week?


With such a sub par new excuse for “church,” there comes some serious biblical and practical repercussions. The countless sections of the New Testament that deal with relationships, and especially all those “one-another” statements I mentioned before would be added to the list of Bible verses that are fun to read but have no real authority over our daily lives.


Brothers and Sisters, I’m afraid our Christianity is becoming increasingly “churchless.” As we continue to build our ornate buildings we have lost the true heart of the New Testament community. I am in now way suggesting that true ekklesia and koinonia is not experienced and relished in the traditional large church. I believe that men and women of God in all kinds of faith traditions are experiencing true biblical church…many not because of their church structures, but in spite of them.


I am disturbed about the increasingly anonymous and lonely nature of our churches. I am disturbed because I am in love with the idea of a redeemed community. I am disturbed because I love the New Testament church—the beautiful bride of Christ. Let us reclaim the true koinonia and join together to stamp out the virus of “Churchless Christianity.”



Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Last Stop--IHOP!

So we decided to drive the last stretch of the trip straight-through. I know it sounds foolish...but I'm still alive, right? We left Keystone South Dakota after spending the day there with our friend Caroline whom we met on the trip to the Peruvian jungle almost exactly 2 years ago. For those who don't know, Keystone is the small town of about 300 people that is born again each summer thanks to the thousands of people all coming to see Mount Rushmore. Caroline is spending the summer working for a very creative ministry called Face to Face. Caroline and a group of other young believers will live and work alongside international students brought in on work-visas. As they work together in hotels the believers will share their faith and lifestyles with these international students. We had the chance to meet some of Caroline's team and eat dinner at one of their houses (free food!) After some prayer time, the three of us headed back to the van for an night full of driving! Exciting...right?

We pretty much drove the 28 hour trip from Keystone to Spartanburg straight through. Our last "real stop" was at the famous Kansas City IHOP. In order to prevent any further confusion, I'm not talking about the pancake house! The International House of Prayer was started in Kansas City in 1999 as a center for 24/7 worship and prayer. Ever since, this place has drawn men and women from all over the world to come pray for revival and a global move of God. I have heard about IHOP from different sources and it has always filled me with excitement. One of my favorite worship leaders--Misty Edwards--came up as an intercessory missionary and now is the main worship leader for the whole organization. A stop at IHOP seemed like an appropriate way to finish the trip. I wasn't that sure what to expect though...

We walked in the door of the building at about 10am on that Monday morning. The first thing I saw when I entered was a group of Koreans laughing and speaking excitedly in their native tongue. I like it already. We entered the sanctuary just as the next 2 hour "set" was beginning. There was an incredible sense of freedom in the worship room as about 200 people sang, prayed, searched the scriptures, sat in their seats, and danced the aisles. A group of singers led us in worship that was only interrupted by prayers from people in the crowd. Rooms lined the walls that gave the opportunity for more quiet or thematic prayer...I spent some time in the Great Commission Room. We sang and prayed for revival in Kansas City and across the world. We sang and prayed for deeper intimacy with Christ. We sang and prayed for God to breakdown the spirits of tradition and pharisaism so prevalent in the American church. We sang and prayed for the sick among us...

Honestly, my experience at IHOP was a refreshing one...and I think it came just in time. It is so easy to become discouraged and disillusioned with the local church, especially when the chief concerns tend to be the weekly bulletin and newest committee. As I worshiped alongside these brothers and sisters, they reminded me of what really matters. All around me were people caught up in a lovesick pursuit of intimacy. This group is just a part of the great army of young people that God is raising up to take the place of the countless churches all around America too blinded by their insignificant worries to notice their imminent deaths. IHOP is a place of passionate pursuit. This pursuit of intimacy with Christ can easily be drowned out in the politics and normalcy of our churches. It is time we throw everything else to the side and chase Jesus with a reckless abandon. God is moving in Kansas City. He is moving because he is being worshiped day and night...his followers are relentless. How relentless are we?

I'll say goodbye to my father, my mother
I'll turn my back on every other lover and

I'll press on yes I'll press on
I am in love with You There is no cost
I am in love with You There is no loss
I am in love with You I want to take Your name

I am in love with You I want to cling to You Jesus
Just let me cling to You Jesus

--Misty Edwards
IHOP KC

check them out at www.ihop.org

stay tuned for the final thoughts on the whole trip...






Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Madera California 2

So when I was posting this last thing about home and Madera, I totally forgot to put something crucial in! I wrote this the night after we worshiped at that church-- I was sitting in front of a beautiful river at Yosemite National Park...Luke and Myles were lost on a trail. This just came from me meditating on the experience of the day:

I walk, run, travel, journey
through rivers, mountains, streams, and cities
but where is home?
"Home is where the heart is!"
Then my home is divided into a million places that have captured my imagination
"Home is where your roots are!"
But I am a newborn sapling, and this soil is impenatrable
...so where is home?
What is MY constant?

And there She is--
I find this pure bride wherever I go
Although imperfect, she is beautiful--and redeemed
In her radiant character, I have found:
*a place to call home
*my universals
*myself
*the very face of God

I walk, run, travel, journey
through rivers, mountains, streams, and cities
but where is home?

My home is among the church of the redeemed
scattered across the globe

Sunday, May 25, 2008

I'm Home Again...In Madera California

We left the city of angels Saturday night with the intent of finding somewhere free to sleep. This word has become even more appealing to me on this trip as we learn to stretch our budget further than we expected. Going north from LA toward Yosemite National Park put us back in the, yup you guessed it, desert. We finally found some semblance of civilization in the form of a Pilot Travel Center in the booming metropolis of Madera California—population 18,000. On a side note, I’m gonna give you guys a free tip for any future road trips…truck stops are amazing. When you can find them, Pilot, Love’s or any other of the big truck stop chains are a great place to park for the night and get an “alright” FREE night’s sleep. If you can deal with the sound of truck engines and the glare of neon lights through your windows, no one will really mess with you for the whole night. Contrary to popular belief (and maternal belief), truck stops are not ultra-dangerous havens for criminals and “ladies of the night.” Mostly, there are full of normal people catching a break from the open road. And did I mention they are FREE?

The next morning, after a night of “sleep” rolled up in my sleeping bag in the passenger seat of the van, we decided to look for a church. We found a small, adobe style church off some desert road. I actually don’t remember the name of the church, but I do know it was an Evangelical Free Church. We wandered in right in time for the service and sat on a row by ourselves as the obvious visitors. We stood out even more because the church consisted of mainly 2nd and 3rd generation Hispanic immigrants (like much of California.) I honestly thought we would just leave and get right back on the road after church, but I was so wrong. Almost the whole church gathered around us, asking us questions, telling us about themselves, and making sure we knew Christ. These believers wanted to know all about where we were coming from, and all about where we were going. A little lady named Nina Torres came up and asked if we had lunch plans, and we very quickly assured here that we did not! We met her husband, her 6 kids, and Tony—the boyfriend of one her daughters. On our way out of the church to follow Tony to the house, we were offered more places to stay at by other brothers and sisters (too bad we had reservations at Yosemite that night!)

We ate lunch and spent much of the afternoon with the Torres family—laughing, sharing stories, and enjoying our connection with Christ. I was home. To explain what I mean by this, let me take you back to the night at Bottomless Lakes State Park that I wrote about in The Bittersweet Beauty of The West. Luke and I were talking about home. For me, the issue of home has always been complex and never been secure. I have often felt like a man without a proper “home” or proper “roots.” These feelings have been further aggravated by my years spent in the south—a land proud of tradition, family, and stability. A couple of years ago, I started to ask some important questions. “What is home?” “What makes home, home?” “Does home have to be a place, or can it be something else?” “Can home be an idea?”

Travel also aggravates confusion about home. As Luke and I sat and talked under those New Mexico stars, I had a small epiphany. My home is the church. Yes, I know that my home is in heaven. We are aliens and strangers here as we await the perfection. Meanwhile, as I remain here, behind enemy lines, I find home with my brothers and sisters. We are the homeless army of the redeemed, following hard behind the most famous homeless man in history.

Jump back to Madera California. Here I am eating bologna sandwiches and hanging out with my new brothers and sisters. I am home. I am just as at home as I am at home at 489 Moores Xing, Roebuck SC. (No hate mail please.) I am just at home as I am at home at G-12, North Greenville University. The beauty of this idea of home is you can find it EVERYWHERE! It was so refreshing to find a haven from the open road with some brothers and sisters. It was so refreshing to feel like I belonged somewhere.

So this post goes out to the Torres family, and Tony. Thanks for reminding me that I’m a part of something much bigger than myself.