I began a conversation (or maybe a monologue, since this is a blog) about my rethinking of a lot of what I have done, specifically with the church and I thought it was time to write a little more. After spending a weekend with good friends, good food and an all around good time I have had time to think through this a little.
Nick made this comment in my last post (please continue the thoughts in the posts):
“…I sure struggle with this. So much of what I feel called to do, what I see Jesus doing, doesn’t come with security, won’t produce much you can point at, and may not justify my continued funding. I guess what it comes down to is whether or not we trust God. It’s even harder to figure out in a heuristic setting. Have I changed my mind because I gave in or gave up, or have I actually learned and grown into dreaming something better than when I started out? I suppose, when we’re quiet, we know the truth…”
These are great thoughts that are pushing me further.
I recently received a letter from my denomination asking about whether we were willing to “join” the denomination officially. I had to ask myself a few questions about what it means to belong. You see I thought we did belong, I was supported by them, we have been funded by them, they are my family, but it seems that unless we sign this covenant agreement we will always be welcome but on the outside. This was huge for me when I asked the question of our church. The reaction seems to be the same as it was for me. Didn’t we always belong? Can’t you tell that I care? Can’t you see that I am part of the family? Why do we need to agree to some exterior set of beliefs, or sign a card, or promise you something?
For those of you who grew up in church this may seem like a no-brainer, of course you need to join or be a member, it’s part of maturity. But I didn’t grow up in church, and the church that impacted my life never forced me to “join” they always treated me as if i did.
Now this isn’t a conversation about which is right, this about working through what it means to really belong. I have asked myself the question of whether people are on board all the time, and every time i do that I am slammed with how much they are! Why do I continually want some sort of “proof.”
I have spent a lot of time organizing this church, and I wonder if I have spent enough time realizing what/who this church is.
more unfinished thoughts to come…