Dear
friends,
If
church were a business, its product would be hope. And
if church were a business, I’d be the Chief Technical
Officer of the Pierce Avenue branch plant of the Presbyterian
Church in Niagara Falls, New York.
If
church were a business, the product of the Pierce Avenue
branch plant would be hope.
Our Talking Heads would appear
on the media, saying with one voice that the Business
Plan of the Presbyterian Church and all its branches
and subsidiaries is simple and direct.
We
don’t just sell hope, they would
say, all
of us in this corporation help ourselves, our loved
ones, and our customers find meaning and purpose for
their lives, now and forever. But they
would not add the amen, because that would not be businesslike.
Hope
is not just another four-letter word,
our billboards would proclaim to passing motorists.
We
don’t hold sales but keep to one every-day low,
low price, our managers would tell the
reporters covering the opening of a new or expanded
branch plant. Our
competitors would have you believe that they are the
ones who produce hope, but in reality we are the hopeful
ones, they would tell the reporters.
Sooner or later, however, some
college-graduate-cub-reporter will ask the hard question.
Just
what do you mean by hope, she will ask.
Jaws will drop so quickly that
injury will result.
Heads will turn so quickly that
painkillers and bone-cracking will be required.
Then the sputtering and sighing
will begin. Someone very like the college-graduate-cub-reporter,
with the same pride and self-assurance, finally, though,
will step up to the mike and offer an answer.
I
think everyone knows what hope is, the
brave one will say.
***
If
church isn’t a business, what would you call it?
An institution, God’s House, the place we have
always gone on Christmas and Easter?
I ask, because the way you define
church will have a lot to do with what you do in and
because of and for church.
So the question stands. What
is church?
As much as I would like to be
a Chief Technical Officer, with all the digital toys
that would go with a job like that, I am the Resident
Theologian, AKA the
Pastor.
One good dodge when an important
but difficult question of any sort is asked within the
walls of a church is to turn to the Resident
Theologian and say, What
do you say to that, Pastor? And any
pastor worth the title will have a word, a sentence,
a paragraph, or a lecture already prepared for such
an occasion.
Not me. Although I could mouth
words, paragraphs, or lectures on this or almost any
other subject likely to come up inside a church, my
answer would be something like this: Good
question! What’s your answer?
***
Lest
we run the risk of becoming cagey card players, I’ll
break my rule and answer the question first, from my
perspective.
Church for me is the place where
I can always find God.
Church at the same time is not
the only place where I can find God, because like all
who believer in God in Jesus Christ, I need only look
inside myself to find God, who promises, and follows
through on the promise, to come and live with any person
who confesses Christian faith.
Church for me is the place where
I most often preform the roles of Resident Theologian
and Pastor.
Church at the same time is not
the only place where I perform these roles. Whenever
I tell another person what I do, I assume the roles
the church has imparted to me. Ever met a preacher and
not had a firm idea of who he or she was and should
be?
Church for me is the place where
I most often act on the call that God has on my life.
Church at the same time is not
the only place where I act on the call that God has
on my life.
Church is the place most often
where I speak and act theologically.
Church at the same time is not
the only place where I speak and act theologically,
because I am unable and indeed unwilling to separate
life from theology.
Church is where I live and move
and have my being together with other people who are
doing the same.
Church at the same time is not
the only place where I live and move and have my being
together with others.
Church is, and at the same time
church is not, all or only. It just is – here
and there and everywhere.
***
And
if church were a business, I could offer these thoughts
to you at a discount. Or I could say that our business
plan does not extend to trafficking in coupons, specials,
and loss-leaders. Blah, blah, blah.
Friends, my thoughts are not
for sale but are a gift. I offer them to you in the
same loving spirit that God gave them to me, in a voice
barely louder than that of a summer’s breeze --
personally, one to another, with love and respect, and
with wishes for a glorious future extending to and beyond
the stars, toward God in the heights, with God in the
heart. In hope.