Don’t misunderstand: I’m not angry. I’m frustrated. I’m just your average church-going guy. I’m no Martin Luther, any more than Dan Quayle is Jack Kennedy. But I’ve got some theses to post on the church door, and this is as close as I’m likely to get.
- I don’t care whether the church I attend is labeled traditional, transitional, modern, post-modern, convergent, emergent or divergent.
- I don’t care if it’s a mega-church meeting in a huge sanctuary/auditorium/worship center or a micro-church meeting in my living room.
- I’m not interested in reforming, restoring, re-positioning, re-visioning, or re-lexiconing.
- I don’t care whether we sing old songs or new songs.
- I don’t care whether the furnishings are chairs, pews, lecterns, crucifixes, stained glass, blackboards, flannelgraphs, video projection screens, altars or tables.
- I can’t make myself upset about who leads in what role as long as everyone is leading by following, and following by leading.
- I’m not as crazy about being “preached at,” or “lectured to,” or “instructed about,” or even “directed toward” as I am about “sharing with.”
- I don’t ever want to have anything to do with an “authentic worship experience”. I just want praise to burst from my heart and the hearts of my fellow-worshipers.
- I want to get to a point where neither I nor any of those fellow-worshipers feels like making lists like this one of what we want and like, and what we don’t want and don’t like.
Now for the point-five thesis.
- I would count all of this stuff as loss in exchange for knowing Christ Jesus my Lord and the power of his resurrection, and the fellowship of his sufferings, becoming conformed to his death just on the chance that I might share in his resurrection, too. –Not that I’ve already “gotten there” or I’ve suddenly become perfect. I just want to do my best; reach out and grasp for that which Jesus reached out and grasped me to give me. I haven’t clenched it yet, but I want more than anything else to forget the past and stretch toward eternity; to reach out toward the goal, the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.
Okay, I didn’t write that part.
I’m no apostle Paul either.