Monday, September 15, 2014

Week Five: Unfinished Business


The meaning of the Sabbath is to celebrate time rather than space. Six days a week we live under the tyranny of things of space; on the Sabbath we try to become attuned to holiness in time. It is a day on which we are called upon to share in what is eternal in time, to turn from the results of creation to the mystery of creation; from the world of creation to the creation of the world. (Abraham Joshua Heschel, "The Sabbath")

And the witness is this, that God has given us eternal life, and this life is in His Son.  He who has the Son has the life; he who doe not have the Son of god does not have the life. (1 John 1:11-12)

We began our Sabbath on Saturday evening as we have the last several weeks...after spending the day working on the kitchen.  We weren't especially inspired to work on the kitchen, but we were motivated because the plumber was coming and that section of that wall absolutely needed to be done before he arrived. And it has also been two years since we started the dang thing and we really want to get it done already!  "And once we are finally done with it," we reason, "then we can really begin to enjoy it."

I live my life like that. 

If I get the lawn mowed, then I can enjoy it. When I fix the screen door, then we can savor these beautiful fall mornings. Once I get my book published, then I'll really feel like a success.  When we finally are able to take our kids back to the Redwoods, then I'll be happy.  And so it goes.  There is no time to stop because there is so much we still need to do.

So, I often don't really feel like taking twenty-four hours off.  I don't really feel inspired to go through the hard work of stopping.  I'd often rather work at work.  At least then I'll accomplish something. But if I stop, the promise is that Jesus will show up.  Jesus will come and finish what isn't done.  Maybe this unfinished part is not the kitchen. And I still have to go to the dentist tomorrow. I still haven't fixed the screen door on the back porch, but Jesus comes and something changes and my life becomes more than just the sum of some list I cross off on a daily basis. (I live by Post-it-notes!)

I don't know if it is the result of regular Sabbaths for these last five weeks, but my wife has also started to experienced the presence of God in the everyday...even doing laundry!   Isn't this what we hear from the beloved disciple, "God has given us eternal life in His Son..." 

"Has given" means that it is already here!  It's here as we wrangle the kids for church on Sunday morning. We don't have to wait! It's here when we go to work and its here when we do the laundry.  It's here when we experience heart-ache and loss. It's here already.  We experience the sacred in what we thought was just the fallen part of our lives. Those things that are necessary become celebratory. Those things that are broken become beautiful.

And there was celebration in our Sabbath.  We were able to celebrate a good friend's birthday. We were able to go on a date together. We played football in our yard as a family.  We went to worship and ate beautiful cookies with some sweet and savory saints. We tucked in our precious boys and went to bed exhausted but full.  As my wife fell asleep, she said, "It has been a good day."  

And I thought, "Yes. It has. It has been  a good day. It is has been a really, really good day. I didn't get to surf in Hawaii. I didn't even get the screen door fixed.  But it was good." 

And it was eternal. 


Church Stopping. Less doing. More being.

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Monday, September 8, 2014

Week Four: Sabbath Humility


"Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God that he may exalt you at the proper time, casting all your anxiety upon Him for He cares for you." (1Peter 5:6-7)

I knew that Sabbath-keeping was hard...I just didn't know it would be so humbling.

So far, it hasn't become any easier to carve out 24 hours our of 168 to focus on God and my relationship with Him as well as my relationship with those that God has called me to love. Life just gets in the way. So much of Sabbath seems to be, at least at this point, logistics.

Yes, my wife and I are still working on our kitchen project.  That thorn in our flesh became the focus of most of our day Saturday.  Then, I was called to go in to work for a couple of hours.  By the end of the day, I was tired.  I needed to rest.

It was about seven o'clock when the family reconnoitered in the living room.  To start our Sabbath, we watched, "Soul Surfer" and then fielded some questions about why sharks would attack kids.  Our son, Isaac, suggested, "Some day, sharks and swimmers will get along just like the lion will lay down with the lamb." What a glorious day that will be!

Before Sunday morning broke upon the city, I snuck out of the house and paddled for about an hour on the river. It was beautiful watching the sun come out, over the the skyline as the water flowed silently all around following the still small voice that led it always to its destination. "The Lord separated the light and the dark," I mused in the silent crescendo of the first day.  Then, a little fish jumped out of the water, into my boat, and on to my lap!  I nearly capsized myself in astonishment.  Maybe I still had the previous night's movie in my mind, but I called it a morning and headed for terra firma.

There was a bit of stress served with out breakfast Sunday morning.  My wife calls getting ready for church, "the unholy hour."  We arrived at church a little early because she was scheduled to preach, but found out when we arrived that the schedule had been changed and she was preaching next Sunday.  The hard part was over. We were there, so we went to church and Sunday school anyway. The other preacher was good and we had communion together as a family.

After church, we had to hustle home and make ready for twenty guests including a gaggle of elementary children and their families.  Our boys had made a switch to a new school and we wanted to help make the transition a little easier for them by getting to know a few of the students and their families a little better.

We had a quick lunch and began to straighten up the house, clean the porch, prepare yard games, and button things down for the approaching hurricane.  It takes work to prepare the fatted calf and I found myself grumbling and resenting this grand imposition of my time.  The Sabbath was my time to read, my time to write, and my time to take a nap if need be while watching football. None of that happened.  Instead, my selfish heart was exposed.

I was reminded that Sabbath really isn't about my relationship with myself anyway but with my relationship with God and my family and my neighbor.  I needed to cool my jets and roll up my sleeves.   I needed to cease my striving and my planning and sacrifice those conversations around the coffee pot at work regarding games I did not have a chance to see.  I had to die to myself so that our third-grader could have some new friends over from a new school.

I was humbled, I believe, under the mighty hand of God.

And we had a great time and we met some great families and ate some great food.  Isaac, our shark whisperer, came up to his mother after the party, bear hugged her, and said, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much for having this awesome party!"

I hope, as a result of a little house-cleaning and party-planning, our sons might have a little bit easier week...maybe even an "exalted" one.

I know that I will.

Church Stopping.  Less doing. More being.

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Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Week Three: Sabbath Smells



Sabbath Smells: Week Three

It was Labor Day weekend, so it was okay to take our Sabbath on Monday:

"Therefore, let no one act as your judge in regard to food or drink or in respect to a festival or new moon or Sabbath day-" (Colossians 2:16)

But still, it was hard and there was a decision to make on Sunday night: Should I finish mowing before the rain, or should I spend time with family and usher in the Sabbath? It was a hard decision.  I really love the look and smell of a freshly mowed lawn...

Family or fescue?

Although I knew the right answer, it was a difficult decision to make. (In fact, it's more than a little embarrassing to admit how difficult it was!)  In the end, I enjoyed a movie and popcorn with the boys and my wife enjoyed a good visit with a dear friend. Besides, our lawn is bermuda.

And I was ready for a break.  My wife and I had worked hard tiling the backsplash in the kitchen, and before that, we had made a batch of jerky. So, that night, I went willingly to bed with the lingering bouquet of popcorn and jerky wafting through our home and coloring delicious dreams.

The dawn of our Monday Sabbath broke silently on the sleeping city as I plied the sable waters winding through the heart of town in my kayak.  The water was warm, but there were invisible rivulets of cold, evidence of a secret spring...or maybe a rain shower upstream.  The intermittent flair of lightning on the tail of the storm that had rolled through town during my redolent repose cast episodic, untimely, light in the shadowed places.

The air was blowing fresh and free, strong enough to tousle my my already disheveled morning hair. It was thrilling. I thought of Pentecost.  There were the distant tongues of fire that spoke of God's power and also the rain that spoke of His care. Everything seemed new.

At the bridge, the river became to shallow to continue.  I also knew that I should be getting back to help make final preparations for our family picnic later in the day.  So, I turned around. And as I did, the fresh wind stilled, the rich water pooled, the unpleasant aroma of stagnant water, and maybe something dead in the area, made its presence known to my nostrils.

Nonetheless, it was still a beautiful morning and I was happy as I drove back to the house having experienced the beauty and the power of the Creator.

As I walked into the kitchen, though,  my demeanor changed. The fresh and free Spirit that I had just quickened my heart to the majesty of God, stilled into something more malodorous. I noticed that the tiling tools from the interminable kitchen project had been tampered with.  (And this after explicit instructions to, "not to!")

Soon, a little person that I love dearly was the recipient of the unpleasant aroma of a lecture coming from a dead part of my heart, walled-off from the tousling winds of the Holy Spirit.  For my son, it was a heart-felt harangue.  For me, it was a glaring reminder of those shadowed places in my heart; those places that need to be burned out by God's episodic fire and made clean by God's wild wind.

I can't do it.

All I can do is get into a position where those stagnant places are exposed for what they are; dead. This has become for me an important part of my Sabbath journey-the hard part of resting-letting Christ in to expose those stinking places I have spent so many years trying covering up.

And this divine work can take place on Saturday, Sunday, or even Monday.  The day doesn't matter because the days are...

"...things which  are a mere shadow of what is to become; but the substance belongs to Christ." (Colossians 2:16-17)

May your practice of Sabbath be full of the aroma of Christ, on whatever day you choose.

Church Stopping. Less doing. More being.

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Monday, August 25, 2014

Week Two: Deep Calling Deep



Our oldest son was convinced that our Sunday drive was just too long, "How much longer?" he asked in utter boredom.

"Why are you in despair, O my soul? and why have you become disturbed within me?" (Psalm 42:5)

At least, so sayeth the holy writ. "About an hour...more or less. Just sit back and enjoy the ride," so sayeth his dad.

On the way, we made a quick stop at the small-town candy store fore some hard-core hiking food.  I asked the cashier ringing up our gummy worms and gummy planes if she knew where the secret waterfall was in, "these parts."

"Yes," she said. "But it is on private property and you can't go there."

"Hope in God, for I shall again praise Him for the help of His presence." (Psalm 42:6)

Undeterred, off we went into the wild blue yonder to discover the beautiful, hidden cavalcade.  According to one blogger, it was one of the "top 12" most scenic waterfalls in all the nation. "Sweet," I thought as our middle son passed me the nearly-completely finished bag of gummy planes. 

It was with great anticipation we turned down the road less-traveled upon. We had found it! Our research had led us to this exact spot.  We peered over the breath-taking cliff and saw the semi-circular outline of the broad waterfall...just the outline.  A string of hot dry days had dried the current to a drip.

"O my God, my soul is in despair within me; therefore I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and the peaks of Hermon, from Mount Mizar." (Psalm 42:7)

We had come too far to give up. We would not give up.  We had to figure out how to get to the bottom of the falls. "Maybe there is part of it we can't see," my wife said optimistically.  We finally found a trail that led to the falls far below. It was shady and cool and green and we imagined an earlier trip to the Pacific Northwest.  We could almost hear the roar of the cataract as we stood 20 feet  below it on the rocky, dusty, river-bed.

Our two little boys scrambled over the dry boulders and quickly found a "fortress". Our oldest son fell silent, sitting by his mother and father, surely feeling the same disappointment we were. We sipped our water, soaked in the sun, and watched a solitary eagle glide high over head.

"Deep calls to deep at the sound of thy waterfalls; all they breakers and Thy waves have rolled over me." (Psalm 42:7)

Before we left, we made a rock pylon, swam in the lake above the "falls," and promised each other to come back...after some rain.  As we headed back to town, our oldest son fell asleep, our youngest son sang a made-up song, and our middle son worked away on some Lego's he had carried along for the ride.

Later that night, during "family devos," our middle son shared with us from Genesis 1:12 on how God created the plants and the trees.  Impromptu.  Our little one munched on some popcorn while seated on his mommy's lap. Contentus.  And our oldest son said, "I know that there wasn't any water, but that was still a pretty fun family adventure." Admiratio.

"The Lord will command His lovingkindness in the daytime; and His son will be with me in the night, a prayer to the God of my life." (Psalm 42:8)

That is the promise: God speaks when we are still. Even in the driest places.


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Church Stopping: Less Doing. More Being.



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Monday, August 18, 2014

Week One: Wind Over Troubled Waters


"And the earth was formless and void, and darkness was over the surface of the deep; and the Spirit of God was moving over the surface of the waters." --Genesis 1:2

Our plan for Sabbath had become "formless and void."

Our plan to spend Sunday afternoon searching out a secret waterfall was sabotaged by a church meeting. Plan B was to have a Saturday Sabbath (it's been done before!) but I was suddenly called in to work, our middle son was invited to a friend's house to play, my wife had an afternoon hair appointment, and our youngest son has a birthday coming up and we needed to make some party preparations.

"Darkness was over the surface of the deep..."

In addition, there was a lawn to be mowed, chickens to be fed, and we were in the middle of our kitchen backsplash tiling project. We didn't know it then, but, the "Spirit of God was moving over the surface of the waters."  I was just grumpy and dark as I left for work.

When I came home from, we sat down and had dinner together as a family.  My wife had prepared another tasty and healthy meal for her family.  I was feeling a little better.  Afterwards, she joined me in cleaning up after dinner (this is usually my job) and we discussed how we could redeem this Sabbath for our family. The lawn could wait. The tiling could wait. The trip to the secret waterfall could wait. We decided, instead, to take those precious hours right after church, and before our meeting, to spend time individually with our kids. I played Legos with our oldest. My wife read to the youngest two. Then we rotated. I colored a sheep, a turtle, and a snail with our youngest and was soundly beaten in chess by our eight-year old!  The five of us discovered a beautiful garden spider living in our garden. It was a glorious afternoon.

And we began to feel the Spirit of God move.

The church meeting was at our home.  It went longer than we thought it would, but the boys were happily playing on their own, each having already had individual time with Mom and Dad. When the meeting was over, we talked, as a family, about our week.

Now, the Spirit was really moving.

We had a family devotion based on Psalm 8 and talked about how much bigger and better God is than we sometimes think. Each of us was given a challenge for the coming week to discover something that reminds us of how much bigger and better God is then we previously thought and be prepared to share that discovery next Sunday...after the trip to the waterfall.

The Spirit was palpable now!

I made some of my famous popcorn, and we watched a movie...well, I watched most of the movie and napped during part of it.  We tucked the kids in and went to bed so happy that I barely woke up during the lightning, the rain, and the wind last night.

After all, I knew that God was blowing over the surface of the waters.


Church Stopping. Less Doing. More Being.

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Wednesday, August 13, 2014

52 Weeks of Sabbath


I believe that the practice of Sabbath is at the center of our life together as a church and our life together with Christ. Without Sabbath, we simply cannot experience a relationship with Jesus Christ.

I really do believe that.

That being said, I don't have it figured out.  I don't know where this will lead. All I know is that I am being led and I don't want to stay in this place. I want to be where the Good Shepherd leads me and I believe, if I seek the Lord, through valleys and beside still waters, I might just understand my place in this world a little better and see more clearly what it means to dwell in the house of the Lord.

I hope that in this "52 Weeks of Sabbath", your relationship with Christ and his church are deepened and strengthened along with mine. So, stop by if you can. Share what you have learned and we will walk this road together.

Jubilee blessings,

Geoff

Church Stopping. Less Doing. More being

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Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Members, Don't Count



Members, Don't Count (For expanded context, see "White Wave Manifesto" in Pages on this blog.)

Why do we count members in church?  It might be that our denominations require it for statistical/financial purposes.  Maybe increasing membership is a feather in our cap. Maybe decreasing membership is a concern in our hearts, but what is the theological reason that we count members?  Are we recognizing a certain group of people that have filled a certain battery of requirements?  And if this is true, if we are counting people who belong to the church, than perhaps we have forgotten to Whom the people actually belong. Hint: He’s the one who filled the requirements!

In ancient days, God divided the Promised Land among the tribes and the tribes divided their allotments among the founding families. Every family had an ancestral acreage.  The ancestral acreage was not only a source of livelihood, it was a constant reminder of the God who not only provided the rain, but provided the land itself. It was held in trust.  The family was a steward of the land.  Families didn’t own what they worked.  It ultimately belonged to God. 

Sometimes, though, there was a crop failure. Sometimes there was a sickness in the family.  Sometimes there was an unexpected mouth to feed and the ancestral land was mortgaged. Sometimes, a family would have to sell the land to pay the taxes or to make ends meet.  They would then hire themselves out as laborers for a different land owner, but only for a certain amount of time.  At the end of a period of fifty years, the land was restored to the original family.  We have heard of this restoration as part of the jubilee year:

You shall count off seven weeks of years, seven times seven years, so that the period of seven weeks of years gives forty-nine years. Then you shall have the trumpet sounded loud; on the tenth day of the seventh month—on the day of atonement—you shall have the trumpet sounded throughout all your land. And you shall hallow the fiftieth year and you shall proclaim liberty throughout the land to all its inhabitants. It shall be a jubilee for you: you shall return, every one of you, to your property and every one of you to our family. That fiftieth year shall be a jubilee for you; you shall not sow, or reap the aftergrowth, or harvest the unpruned vines. For it is a jubilee; it shall be holy to you: you shall eat only what the field itself produces. In this year of jubilee you shall return, every one of you, to your property. When you make a sale to your neighbor or buy from your neighbor, you shall not cheat each other.  When you buy from your neighbor, you shall pay only for the number or years since the jubilee; the seller shall charge you only for the remaining crop years. (Leviticus 25:8-15)

The buyers of the land knew that at the end of fifty years, the horn would blow and the land would be returned to the original owners.  The sellers knew that their descendants would eventually be restored to the land of promise.  The purchase price, therefore, was based on the time left from the point of sale to the time when the land would be restored to its original owner.  If there were twenty years left until Jubilee, the land would command a higher value than if there were just ten.  If there were forty years remaining, the price would be higher still.   

When the horn blew the prodigals would return home.  The jubilee was a blank slate and a fresh start.  We see why the jubilee was sometimes called the, “year of the Lord’s favor.” Everything was new again. The people returned to their original property.  For Israel, that meant a return to the promise and a reminder of the One who made that promise a reality.  The trumpet blast was a reminder that God always brings his people home: through the call of Abraham and his barren wife Sara, through an extended trek across the ocean floor after hundreds of years of slavery, through the howling wilderness, against great odds and sure defeat, God was faithful.  God is faithful still.

The goal of jubilee was not a commandment to make the people more religious.  The goal was not to make the land more productive.  The goal was to set the people free.  Similarly, the goal of our Christ was not to make good church members.  The goal was, and still is, to delight in “the divine love that swamps both body and soul." (Barbara Brown Taylor, “Sabbath Resistance,” Christian Century (May 31, 2005): 35.) The goal remains for the church to experience communion with a God who delights in us. As a response, we glorify Him by joining the church and offering our praise. The church is not a substitution for a personal relationship and personal ministry, but a launching pad for it.

What if, in the church, we thought of the church membership in the same way the ancients thought of land ownership?  After a period of time, the horn would blow and not only would we let the land lay fallow we would release the servants by deleting the membership roles.  The people would then be free to suspend their membership obligations.  They would be free from serving the church and be reminded that they serve the One who created the church. 

This membership purge would be equally applied to both the newly baptized and the original charters; to those members that are shut-in and to those members that go out; to those members that are contributing financially and to those that aren’t; to those members that are attending worship every week and to those who attend faithfully every Easter and Christmas.  All are cut free.

But we hesitate at the thought of deleting membership rolls knowing that we would be raising judicatory ire.  We hesitate because there would be some in our churches who would balk and squawk at the idea of deleting our roles.  We know that church membership should be less about recruitment and more about deployment but we also know that such action would solicit a rare visit by denominational representatives suddenly concerned about our orthodoxy while protesting the loss of funding based on active membership.  

Furthermore, we are secretly proud of our membership.  “Our numbers are holding steady but our giving is up.”  “We had four people join last week.”  “We have over 6 thousand members.” 

But perhaps for all of our focus on membership, our focus is on the wrong thing.  Is our membership in the church more important than our relationship to Christ? Deleting the membership roles might remind us of the proper role the church plays in our relationship with God. Becoming a non-member does not mean we must be a non-attender.  In fact, there is nothing Biblical commanding us to be members of a church.  Indeed, I know of one church in town that doesn’t keep membership roles.  They never have.  The truth is, we are accountable to God, not the church. 

Membership has nothing to do with keeping our name on a membership list. It isn’t about paying our dues.  It isn't based on biannual church attendance.  So why do we have such a hard time wrapping our minds around the idea of deleting the membership roles?  Could it be that we are more concerned with church maintenance than spiritual maintenance? We need to remember that preservation of the church is not the same thing as preservation of the truth.  So let us blow that horn and delete those dusty and dated membership roles.  It is time for a blank slate and a fresh start.

It is time to announce that our church is deleting its membership roles!

Concomitant with the announcement that membership roles are being deleted, the congregation will need to be reminded that membership in the church was never the goal.  The church might make an announcement that membership roles will not be kept any longer. In some cases, the church will be required by the denomination to keep track of members.  Perhaps a new membership class might be offered for all former members to attend before they are added to the membership roles.

The announcement that the roles are being deleted should be well in advance of the actual act of membership roll deletion.  The interval of time between the announcement and its execution will vary from one community to the next. Along with the announcement, the benefits of such a decision should be disclosed to the congregation.  For instance, with the universal purging of the roles, there would be no more inactive church members on the books just because they went through confirmation thirty years ago or because their parents were members. The process of removal would be uniform for everybody and not based on an annual review of attendance or financial contributions or ancestry.  The ground is level at the foot of the cross.

As a result of this announcement, the church would have the real opportunity to address what church membership really means and who is qualified. Are shut-in’s members?  In what way?  Are college graduates that have moved away members?  What about children or grandchildren that attend occasionally, but don’t give to the ministry of the church?  And what about those that give to the church but don’t attend?   Is there something more to church membership then showing up and shelling out?

Most church membership lists are comprised of both active and inactive members.  The rolls include those that have faithfully attended worship for five decades, and those that haven’t attended church for five years.  There are some previously active members that haven’t attended worship since they had their feelings hurt.  Some active attendees have never participated in a ministry of the church.  Some have served faithfully but have never contributed financially. 

Membership alteration is a prickly subject among parishioners.  Nobody likes to be pricked and it seems that nobody likes to have the membership roles deleted.  Even those members that haven’t been to church in years, or perhaps on only a couple of Sundays every year, are offended if the suggestion is made they be moved to the inactive list…let alone deleted from the roles altogether.  Deleting all the members at the same time removes from the equation any suggestion that favoritism is being employed.

The spiritually mature who do attend and contribute to the church on a weekly basis will understand.

They will understand that there are benefits to deleting the membership roles.  They know that members would be freed from being in bondage to the church and it would free the church from being in bondage to its members.  They can appreciate that being set free from memberships is not akin to being severed from faith but rather remembering the one who set us free. 

When the membership rolls are deleted the necessity in serving the church is removed. We would have a chance to submit fully to the Lord and discern what God would have us do.  Our focus can be re-centered on Christ.   

 Finally, announcing that the membership rolls are going to be deleted would force the congregation to ask, “What are we really counting?” 

Joab reported to the king the number of those who had been recorded; in Israel there were eight hundred thousand soldiers able to draw the sword, and those of Judah were five hundred thousand. But afterward, David was stricken to the heart because he had numbered the people. David said to the Lord, “I have sinned greatly in what I have done. But now, O Lord, I pray you, take away the guilt of your servant; for I have done very foolishly.” (2 Samuel 24:9-10)

Does numbering our members help or hinder our focus on and our faith in Jesus?  In counting our membership, are we acting wisely or foolishly?

We have seen people join the church.  We have seen them stand before God and everybody and promise to be faithful members of the church and drop out of membership just a few months later.  We have had young people go through confirmation, make a proclamation of faith, and then, just a few short years later, we never hear from them again. It is not uncommon for the membership roster—those counted as active members—to be twice current attendance.  Inactive membership, well, forget about it.

Remember how you became a member of the church? Prior to that event, you had an opportunity to study the word of God and in that process, discovered for yourself who Jesus Christ was and what it meant to have a relationship with Him.   After that period of study, you had an opportunity to profess your faith in Jesus Christ as your personal Lord and Savior in front of the whole congregation.  You had not been baptized and at that point you were.  I had been baptized as a baby, but then I had the opportunity to profess my faith as well.  We entered into a covenant and we embraced the promise and promised to be involved in the work of His church. 

One of the first disciples put church membership this way: 

Coming to Him as to a living stone, rejected indeed by men, but chosen by god and precious, you also, as living stones, are being built up a spiritual house, a holy priesthood, to offer up spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ. (1 Peter 2:4-5)

In those days before Christ, only the priests were allowed to get close to God. Priests were chosen by God to come into his presence making sacrifices before God on behalf of the people.  In the temple ministry, only the priests could enter into Holy of Holies, into the very presence of God and minister on behalf of the masses outside that sacred place. 

In these days after his death and resurrection, we have that same opportunity.  Church membership is not about being served, but serving God.  Not just priests…but an entire priesthood. Church membership is about an official relationship with Christ, now available not just to the priests, but to all.  The membership is a gift we give to the Lord.  It is not a gift that we give to ourselves.  We don’t have any special privileges because we are new members, old members, or charter members. However, in our churches, membership does not always equal relationship.  Instead of membership being a call to service, it is often a call to be served.  “Membership has its benefits.”

Members have votes…and influence.  Members have discounted rates for weddings, free counseling, hospital visits, and funerals.

Fine. But church membership shouldn’t be the pinnacle of our relationship with Christ but rather the result of it.  Still we hesitate. We have been focused on membership for so long that we can’t imagine life without it. We worry and we stew about membership and we try to increase it, at least maintain it. And we panic when it begins to dwindle.  We sometimes surmise that when it increases, God must be pleased with our efforts. 

Certainly there is the risk that the church might lose some members to other churches if the roles are deleted.  But that is okay for the kingdom is bigger than our local congregations.  The sheep are free to follow God wherever God leads.  If we had the courage to delete our membership roles, I believe that the non-churched might be drawn to see this new thing that God is doing.  We don’t have to work harder at increasing our membership roles.  Membership, after all, is God's business:

And day by day the Lord added to their number those who were being saved. (Acts 2:47b)

Congregational Sabbath. Less doing. More being.

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