Church is Boring. Relationships Aren’t. This is NOT Part II

Not Part II, but related.

On Tuesday nights we host a small group of college-age friends.  Nothing formal.  We eat.  We swim.  We talk.  We eat again.  We watch TV…

Tonight (6/29/10) a visitor showed up.  Although he was raised in the church he was new to most of us.  Any how, I met him and we chatted about this and that for a bit.  I asked some questions and even offered unsolicited advice regarding some of his answers.

To my surprise, later in the evening  he asked me for a few minutes of my time.  In private.   So,  a couple of  hours after finishing part one, but before starting part two,  we took a walk.  He confessed.  Specifically.  Dark forces rule his life.  He doesn’t want this to be true, but dark forces rule his life. 

He also told me he no longer goes to church.  He hates going.  He’s not interested in what his bell ringer is saying.  It doesn’t make sense or apply to his real life. It’s not helping him beat back the dark forces warring against his soul.  So,  he stays home.  He watches football instead.  That’s what he said.  He summed it all up by voluntarily telling me church was boring.  (Hmmm?  Me thinks. Wasn’t I posting on this very topic scant hours ago?  What a strange coincidence!)

When confronted with that sort of brutal honesty bell ringers are sometimes quick to reveal the chip perched on their shoulders.  If you’re bored it’s your own fault.  You should know by now that church isn’t about you.  You only get out what you put inThe focus isn’t on you. That’s part of the problem.  The focus HAS been on us.

By drawing our attention to gaze upon every sorry detail of the joke of a church that no longer exists the vision of a generation has been trained to focus downward.  By appealing to our wants in worship the vision of believers has been trained to focus upon their personal opinions and individual desires.  The end result?  A generation of spiritual consumers was created.  And as a spiritual consumer my new friend has every right to tell me he doesn’t like the product.

So, we walked and talked.    He likes to talk.  He likes it when somebody is listening.  He wants somebody to help him.  If he were going to church  it’s likely nobody would know these things.  We don’t fellowship much in church.  We listen to bell ringers.  But he doesn’t go to church.  He used to though.

I interrupted him with a question.    Would you go to church if it was like this?  Like what?  Just talking.  But not just talking.  Talking like we are right now.  He said yes.

There are many yeses left to be asked.

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