There are probably a few folks out there – all right; all two or three of you – who wonder why I bothered blogging about or why I would care anything about what happens in the ICOC. After all, the reaction of most people in the fellowship of Churches of Christ to trouble brewing within the International Churches of Christ has usually been a grumpy and very un-Christian “Well, good.”
Well, it’s not good. Christians are Christians, no matter what the sign reads above the door of their meeting place.
And I have a debt of gratitude to one particular group of believers, then known as “Boston movement,” who met on the campus of Butler University in Indianapolis many years ago. They expressed first an interest, and then a deep love, for the soul of my younger sister and persuaded her that Christ still loved her in spite of some of her self-destructive tendencies.
Their persistence in what is now known as “discipling” her went far beyond trying to reach goals or quotas, and had an effect that has also persisted. My sister, now a married mother of three, has been a Sunday school teacher and care group leader among many other roles in her walk with Christ since then. Those believers reached out when our parents, as well as my older sister and I, could not have reached her – and I will always be grateful for that.
I don’t have to agree with everything that folks in the ICOC teach and believe. (Hey, they tried to recruit my dad in those days to be an elder at their church … isn’t recruiting elders from other churches a pretty peculiar way to get them?)
They loved my Sis, and nothing can ever change that or its effect on her life.
And, by heaven, even if Jesus Himself were to write them out of His will (ridiculous thought!), I would still love them right back for that.
That’s why I care.