Now I am out of attending church for what will probably be around 6 – 8 months in all from injury and now surgical recovery, I have been reflecting a lot about how much of what we do in church is focussed around ourselves. Nice music, spending money on smarter PA systems, more internal resources and yet we mostly pass each other like billiard balls on a Sunday. One brief collision and we spiral off in different directions, rarely getting close, rarely getting radical, rarely living out any kind of discipleship, landing back quickly in our safe little pockets round the table. Church is “nice.”
Twenty five years ago I spent every holiday from college on street missions and beach missions, spent 15 months working on a street outreach team in Manchester, UK and finding not only enormous joy in sharing Jesus with people but enormous heartache as I got involved in the pain I saw.
On the team you couldn’t meet like billiard balls, you met like velcro. You stuck to each other, your raw and unsaved places came glaringly out into the light in front of other people and you had to constantly choose to face it or run. When the people you worked with loved you in it, it was easier to choose to face it and let God change you. Pride doesn’t last too long when you live like that. Discipleship becomes a way of life not a Bible study.
Reading this blog today, I think two things. If you’ve never got out on a mission like that, do it. And secondly, I want out of “nice” church and back into the place where my armour’s dirty, my heart’s broken, but I walk with Jesus alongside other people who do the same.
lol Carol xx