Over the summer I have thought a lot about those who have
been part of our church but for some reason or another no longer attend. Of course, there are many who have relocated
out of the area and others who have found another church more suitable to their
taste. But my concern is for those who no longer worship at any church; many
who have walked away from the faith altogether, angry, hurt, and disillusioned. The problem is not unique to our church as statistics
show there are a lot of young men and women who have given up on the
church. An infamous example of this is
Josh Harris, pastor and author of I Kissed
Dating Goodbye which sold almost a million copies and had a profound
influence on many Christian families. In
July he announced that he was no longer a Christian.
Josh is not unique, just more well-known. He is not the only one who has come up
through a system that seems like it should have prevented something like
this. In Josh’s case, he grew up in a
Christian family, was home-schooled, part of a solid church, it seems like the
perfect formula! I recently interacted
with someone who like Josh grew up in a Christian home, went to a Christian school,
and faithfully attended Sunday school, was involved in the youth group, went on
missions’ trips. They
feel like they were “brain washed” and now want nothing to do with the church.
I am not done with my inquiry on the matter because it is far
too important to ignore, but what I have discovered so far is that many of
these young people simply did not feel like the church was a safe place to
struggle with issues of life. They felt
alone in their doubts and did not find people who would simply listen, grieve,
or walk with them through the challenges of life. They didn’t find people who would admit they also
struggle and have doubts too. Far too
often they found judgement rather than grace.
I wish they could have met my grandma Lena. Her husband R.J. was a tall and distinguished preacher while she was half his height stooped over by osteoporosis. My
favorite picture of grandma is her sitting at a table in her old kitchen with
her hand on her well-worn Bible. She
didn’t pose for it, that was her! Over
the years there were many broken people who sat grandma’s kitchen table and
poured out their heart out to her. There
was young man thrown out of his house for struggling with same-sex attraction,
unwed pregnant girls, a washed up one hit singer who in his forties never couldn’t
move on in life, and of course a grandson who later would become a
preacher. Lena let people struggle,
doubt and confess, but always pointed them back to Jesus.
My prayer is that our church would become like grandma Lena’s
kitchen. A place where you just don’t
hear the gospel but experience it. A
place where God’s people are committed to living out the teachings of Scripture
in an authentic community marked by sacrifice, honesty, and forgiveness. A place where it is safe to talk about our
struggles and know that we will be loved rather than shamed, we will be prayed
for rather than talked about, and cared for rather than shunned. A place where we laugh a lot, and celebrate
what God is doing in each other’s lives and of course since we have new
kitchen, share a lot of meals together! I
don’t know about you but that sounds like a great place to hang out.