Not Your Parent's Church . . . A Place to Begin

Remember the children's rhyme?  This is the church, this is its steeple, open the doors, and see all the people.  It was a simple little rhyme used to teach children about church and what church is suppose to be about--people.  That little rhyme has been floating around in my mind for a little over a week after I received a request to write some memories about my time as a pastor at a little rural church I served in Nebraska.  I was asked to share my memories because the church closed its doors as a church for the last time on December 19th, 2011.  After nearly a hundred years as a faithful witness to its community the church closed its doors as it had grown too small as a congregation.  My ministry in the history of that church was barely a blip on its timeline, but I was honored to be asked to share.

Well, this blog isn't about that little rural church shutting its doors.  This is not an exceptional story as it is happening more and more often in rural areas of our nation--little churches are closing their doors as fewer and fewer people live in rural areas.  This blog is not about the demise of rural churches or even rural communities . . . it is about the fact that the "church" is changing and in more ways than one, churches are shutting their doors at an alarming rate due to these changes.  The "church" is no longer the "church" of our grandparents or even our parents--the "church" is changing and it is changing quicker than most of us are comfortable with.  There is a revolution taking place and as Bob Dylan used to sing, "The times they are a changin'."

Having served as a minister for nearly 30 years I can honestly state that the "church" I serve in today is not the "church" I was sold when I entered the ministry.  A lot has changed--some for the good, some for the bad--at least in my estimation.  This movement of change has come in many names--the Emergent Church, the Missional Church, and Transformational, to name a few.  Whatever it is called it is change for those of us who are clinging onto the model of "church" we grew up with from our parents and grandparents.  And, change scares us--no one likes change, especially when he or she is not ready for change.  Gone are the days when the heyday of the "church" was focused on programs built within the church to attract people to their saving grace.  Gone are the days when the majority of the concern and focus was within the walls of the church for those who were "members"--the club model--while everyone else had to acclimate themselves into the membership.  Gone is much of the rote ritual of the past in which no one really knows why they are doing what they are doing other than "that's the way we've always done it."  Those seven words have often be called the last seven words of the church.  I started in one "church" and am now being confronted with another "church", and like many of my generation and older I can honestly say that it is scary to be confronted with such change.

Now this blog is not some scholarly or theologically significant argument one way or the other about this changing "church" for I am not particularly a scholar or a theologian--I more of a wise guy with a lot of questions willing to consider all sides of the question or issue.  The fact is that the "church" I was trained to serve, the "church" of my parents and grandparents, is no longer working for the world in which I live.  It is struggling and statistics show its struggles--the mainline denominations can't slow the flow out the back door to save their lives.  At this rate, someone once told me, the "church" as I know it will no longer exist by the time I reach retirement.  (Retirement, now that is debatable as to win that will happen!  With the current rate of economy and the government constantly raising the age to retire, it could be another 20 to 30 years before I retire.  I'll probably die before I get to retire.)  News like that kind makes one have to sit up and notice.

  No, this is not a blog arguing one way or another, but one that is honestly saying that God doesn't mind if I ask a few questions --actually, a lot of questions.  Isn't that a sound biblical practice--didn't the generations before us ask questions when they did not quite know where they were being led?  Sure sounds like it when they were wandering around in the wilderness for 40 years.  Sounds like it when they were sitting in captivity in a strange land wondering how in the world they ever got themselves into that predicament.  Sounds like it when the so-called "church" was just starting out with anybody and everybody expressing his or her opinion about what they thought Jesus meant.  In actuality this is not the first revolution the "church" has experienced--there have been many over the generations.  Why would any of us think that our present form--the form of our parents and grandparents--is the final, definitive form?  Shoot, I thought God wanted us to keep growing until we become what God wants us to become.  So, if it isn't working shouldn't we be asking questions about why and how--why doesn't it work?  How can we change it to make it work?  I don't know, that might be too simple and way too much common sense.

The Spirit blows wherever it wants . . . it leads wherever it wants . . . it is not stagnant or unmoving.  It is alive and pushing towards growth.  I know that the new model of "church" is one that wants to live in the Spirit of God and to be a presence in the world--not a presence in a building.  In this I find the change in the "church" exciting when it speaks of empowering people to follow God's will in their lives--not in a building or among a select group--for the good of the world in which they live their lives daily.  And, at the same time, I understand the necessary support that is found in a church--to love and support one another in the journey of faith.  This is found as people gather to praise God, break the bread, and pray together with one another each Sunday morning--it is community.  Community--a word I have always defined as "people gathered in their common unity."  The "common unity" is not in a building or program--it is not in a doctrine or ritual, it is in the love of God.  Jesus showed us the way.

The point of the children's rhyme is that it is the "people" that make the church--not the building, not the doctrine, not the rituals, but the people.  All of the people.  I doubt seriously that the many, many pictures that portray Jesus even come close to what Jesus really looked like--probably far from it.  I cannot say what Jesus looked liked, but . . . I have a theory.  The theory is simple and is based on the fact that the Bible tells us that we are all created in the image of God--all of us!  If this is true, I think that we should be able to take snap shots of all of humanity--from the beginning to now, slap them together in a wonderful mosaic and we would begin to see the image of Christ.  And, the "church" is meant to be the body of Christ in the world.  It is the people.

I don't have any of the answers, but I have a lot of questions.  I am sure that every one out there has a lot of questions.  Maybe we ought to sit down, break the bread, lift the cup, and have a conversation about what it means to be "church".  At least it is place to begin . . . here is the church, here is the steeple, open the doors and see all the people!

Killing Time--Great Falls Photos

One of the gifts that my children gave me this past Christmas was a Nikon Coolpix Camera.  This camera was to replace the one that I was stolen out of my car while visiting the oldest son in Fort Collins, Colorado the summer before.  Typically I like using my Canon PowerShot S3 single lense reflex camera for taking photographs as it takes some pretty spectacular pictures, but I had been using the small digital camera that I had inherited from my father for quick and spontaneous pictures.  I carried it around in my pants pocket and it was always ready to go.  With that gone I was left with my cell phone to take those kinds of pictures.  At least that was until I received my Coolpix.

Now I have not had a lot of experience of taking pictures by looking at a screen to see the image.  I have always looked through the lense.  The Coolpix was a whole new adventure for me in photography.  To say the least, I had not spent much time with the camera since getting it.  I found it a challenge.  So, when the wife and I were recently in Great Falls for a regional church meeting I had some time to kill while the wife was in a meeting.  Having time to kill meant I could play around with the Coolpix . . . and that is what I did.

I whipped out the camera at two locations in Great Fall--one was at the Lewis and Clark Interpretative Center, the other was in the block around Central Christian Church in downtown Great Falls.  I have always told the youngest son--one who hopes to be a professional photographer . . . a brewer who owns his own brewery, you have to take a lot of pictures to get one or two good ones.  I took a lot of pictures while in Great Falls.  Here are the ones I liked the best:

  The Missouri River.  Looking towards the city of Great Falls and the 

water fall that gave the community its name.  This was taken at

the Lewis and Clark Interpretative Center.

 One of the wild critters that make its home around the Lewis and

Clark Interpretative Center.

Wild sunflowers coming to the end of their season . . .

 . . . but that does not stop the bumble bee from stocking up for the 

long winter to come.

Looking up the corner of the three-story old school building that

now serves as a community center across the street from 

Central Christian Church in downtown Great Falls.  I love

the patterns and different colors of bricks that were quite

"modern" in the early 1900s when this building was built.

 On another side of the building is a bricked window--note

the two colors of bricks.  Makes one wonder what the builders

were thinking here.

 Around on another side of the building was this wonderful pattern

made at the corner of the building looking up at the roof.  I just love

the pattern and contrast of the bricks and artwork against the 

blue sky--intricate, yet simple.

 Behind the community is the remains of a bakery and its 

"advertising"--the building is now an apartment/office building.  

Bread and Beer--open until midnight--who could ask for 

anything more!

On the same wall--not to be outdone--a modern graffiti artist

left his or her artistic impression on the same building.  Probably got there 

after midnight and couldn't get any "cold beer"!

 The Greek Orthodox Church just across the street from Central

Christian Church.  I loved the shadows of the trees on the bell

tower of the church--distinctively holy in its image.

 The front doors of the Greek Orthodox Church--talk about

having to "cross" a threshold to enter.

Central Christian Church, downtown Great Falls . . .

 On the previous picture you can barely see the black bird on the steeple 

cross . . . is this a "sign"?

In the sanctuary at Central Christian Church is a circular window

that is clear glass allowing the congregation to view out and admire

the trees that line the church property.  This is a reflection of the trees--

from the outside--God makes God's own stained glass windows.

From another angle one gets the evening moonrise framed by trees.

 The full effect of everything coming together--the blak bird on the cross,

God's stained glass window, and the setting sun.

God's touch--beauty--is all around if one takes the time to open one's eyes.  Killing some time while waiting for the wife and to attend a meeting I found God's beauty just walking around the block.  Plus, I got to play around with the Nikon Coolpix camera and feel like I am getting a little better with each time I use it.  But, in closing, I saved my favorite picture for last:

Sunset in downtown Great Falls--looking down an alley near Central 

Christian Church.

I hope that you enjoy these pictures as much as I do--look around and discover God's touch in your world!