We call ourselves â€œThe Sundays.â€ My band of Millennials. They come to my house in pajamas. We drink coffee and talk about what it means to be a follower of Christ. Some cut their teeth on Awana, Youth Specialties, and Edgy College Pastors. Others donâ€™t want to step foot in the door of another church. Theyâ€™d rather not discuss Jesus â€œliving in their heart.â€ What does that even mean? They ask. They value feeling connected to God and to others who are seeking Him. So they come weekly, even though they all agree Iâ€™ll be a much cooler mom when I get my first tattoo.
I raise questions to them. Could the church matter to you? What would your dream church look like? Who is a pastor you could trust?
Weâ€™ve been burned by the Church. They respond. Weâ€™ve been annoyed and ignored at church. Weâ€™ve seen hypocrisy at church. Our beliefs collide with the Churchâ€™s.
As a Gen Xer, Iâ€™m attempting to be for them what I never hadâ€”a mentoring adult who can handle the simultaneous belief and unbeliefâ€”someone who gently points them back to Jesus.
Yes, youâ€™ve seen those things, but can you continue in relationship with a local church anyway? Can you extend grace to those who have not shown you grace? Can you be the alternative?
They laugh and tell me to tweet that.
Iâ€™ve been in ministry long enough to know the church is imperfect. When critics say the church is full of hypocrites, I agree. Iâ€™m one too. Which is part of the reason I’ve given myself to the church in the first placeâ€”in order to grow and change within community.
I came to Christ at my first church. I listened to Elvis Presleyâ€™s stepbrother, of all people, talk about how heâ€™d been touched by two kingsâ€”the king of rock and roll and the King Jesus. God used his message (and it was as eccentric as it sounds) to draw me to himself.
I’ve been a part of a local church as long as Iâ€™ve been a Christian. For me, the two are intrinsically connected. I believe, like C.S. Lewis did: â€œThe New Testament does not envisage solitary religion. So, we must be regular practicing members of the Churchâ€¦For the Church is not a human society of people united by their natural affinities, but the Body of Christ.â€
Iâ€™ve attended and served and communed because my faith would not be what it is apart from the local church. I have been challenged, developed, shaken, and rooted in Jesus through the ministry of the church. I have seen the trajectory of lives changed, marriages restored, needs met, people loved.
But, anyone who has grown up in church has also experienced shame there.
Weâ€™ve seen husbands fail morally. Weâ€™ve watched students walk away from Christ. Weâ€™ve been brokenhearted when another leader compromised his or her integrity. I’ll never forget, as a little girl, being told by a church leader that someone could go to hell because I was being too “giggly and distracting during the sermon.” Weâ€™ve all been part of churches that hurt their own.
This week, on his blog, Matt B Redmond wrote,
â€œI donâ€™t know all that Paul means when he says [in Romans] â€˜â€¦hope does not put us to shame.â€™ But I do know this â€” he is pointing to hope higher than those of the here and now. A gospel hope that has the cross as its surety, the Holy Spirit as its strength, and an eternity of no disappointment waiting.â€
I love the church because I still have hope that Jesus is there. He is sovereignly working all things out for his glory and our good. He is leading us to a future without shame.
In the end, the church is a deeply flawed, yet inexplicably loved, extension of a profoundly perfect God.
So, I stay â€” because, I suppose, so am I.
I tell The Sundays the church is my first tattoo. At times wounding and scarring, but forever embedded in my skin.
What about you? What’s your experience of the local church? Have you found one you call home? Have you felt free from shame there? Have you learned to love the church in spite of its flaws? Are you still looking for a church? Have you been hurt by a church? Has a local church impacted your life?