Grandma Lena's Kitchen


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.