The Fading of Face-to-Face Fellowship
1 week ago
The room was dark except for whatever emanated from the stage lights. It seemed smoky but it wasn’t. About 50 young people had gathered for the indie rock show our church sponsors, as we do many weekends. There’s no real stage, only a ‘stage area’, distinguishable by a carpet that elevates the performers a good half-inch above their audience. Most of the audience was standing in front of the ‘stage,’ gathered in a semi-circle. The first ‘row’ was an arms length from the lead singer. And a half-inch below. Some in the audience swayed to and fro, moved by the music. Most just stood casually by, a stance that somehow seemed to communicate as much of a positive response to the music as the swaying.
And then there was a third group. Along the walls of the room there are two old church pews that represent both a nod to and a departure from the generations of the faithful that had come before us. This night the pew closest to me was filled with young bottoms. About 5 or 6 young men and women in their teens or early twenties. Each held a cell phone whose light shown dimly on their faces. They were, well, texting. There they were, sitting together, communicating, but not with each other. (Unless, of course they were texting each other, which is a possibility, considering the decibel level in the room.)
The generation illustrated by these 5-6 youthful butts in a pew is not the future church. They ARE the church. And those of us who are older and whose thumbs lack the agility to text must take note. We must listen to them and understand. We must not write them off because their world is different than ours…because they are different.
We are quick shake our heads and say that they are not experiencing ‘real community’ because they are not truly present in the here and now. If they cannot give their full attention to the one sitting next to them, they’re missing an opportunity for relationship. If they are more attuned to the one they are texting than the one they’re with, then something is wrong. And if we said that we would have a valid point. But before we do, lets look a bit closer.
First of all, they chose physical proximity. The pew-sitters didn’t isolate themselves in order to begin texting. They found other butts to sit with. Other texting butts, but butts nonetheless. They could have instead found a corner where they could have been ‘alone’ with their texting buddy, but they didn’t. They didn’t consider it rude or antisocial for their fellow pew-mates to be communicating with who-knows-who. They didn’t find that it cheapened the moment or the relationship with those in present company.
They were together, sharing the same space, breathing the same air. They were enjoying a social and perhaps a spiritual event in the same time and space, and thus they were together in a real way. Is it not sometimes enough to just sit together in the presence of your friend, your lover, your Lord? Is silence among us always a sign of disconnect? No, it is being uncomfortable with the silence that more assuredly indicates a lack of connection.
And perhaps the moment was important enough to them that they felt the need to expand the circle beyond who was actually physically present. Perhaps the reason for their behavior was different than we imagine…perhaps they texted not because being present was lacking or because they were bored. Maybe it was because they could not tolerate keeping the moment all to themselves. Maybe the circle of fellowship was larger because those sitting on the pews held their phones before them, thumbs moving at lightning speed, faces aglow.
Or maybe they were texting about donuts, hated the band and could barely tolerate being in the same room with the others.
Thoughts?
Matthew 6:11 Give us today our daily bread.
Jesus was not a wealthy man. And He habitually spoke against greed and the abuse of wealth. He said later in this sermon not to store up treasures on earth. But He did understand the need for provision and here instructs His disciples to ask God to give them what they need. For today. Enough for today, not enough for the year. This idea is beautifully illustrated in Exodus 16, the story of God giving the Israelites bread from heaven. It is highly likely that Jesus was nodding to this story in his request for daily bread.
The story talks about the Israelites complaining about being in the desert without what they considered to be adequate provision. These guys had already forgotten that they were in an abusive and inhumane situation in which they were slaves to a cruel dictator. Their grumbling against Moses and Aaron was actually grumbling against a compassionate and merciful God who is all too ready to help. The good ole days are usually not what we remember them to be. The bad stuff we simply choose to forget. Just like Barbara Streisand. Anyway…
God promises to “rain down bread for heaven” and He does just that. The Israelites saw the substance, which was “thin flakes like frost on the ground,” and exclaimed, “Manna!” which means “What is it?” They had never seen frosted flakes before. The name stuck and the Israelites had breakfast. Lunch and dinner to boot. And even quail meat as a main course for dinner.
God gave them enough for today, but not enough for tomorrow. If they were greedy and gathered too much it would spoil (except on Friday night, when they could also gather enough for all day Saturday, the day of rest.)
A story about frosted flakes and a prayer about days and bread speaks strongly to us.
I went to school in a town where I heard a lot of preachers say that Jesus wants us rich. Once I was actually in a Bible study led by a guy who taught that we should have faith for everything we want. Piles of money, cars, TV’s, etc. This type of biblical interpretation could only be birthed in the wealthiest nation in the history of the world. The good ole U.S. of A.
Jesus does tell us to pray for provision. Don’t be satisfied that less than what you need. But we may need much less than what we think. But He never instructs to pray for what we do not need. Bread for today, not for the whole year. Not even for next week. Today.
Further, He instructs us to pray for bread. Not cake. We are to pray for sustenance, not luxury. No place for extravagance and greed in the kingdom of God.
And let us not forget the bread is a gift. We think that we work for our money and that we deserve it because we’ve earned it. Wrong. What an arrogant and thankless way to think! Those who gather manna didn’t produce it. Didn’t supply it. They just went and got it. God gave it from a heart of caring for His children. If you build houses (sorry that work is slow for you right now) you didn’t grow the trees that make the lumber, or create the clay that the bricks are made of. And it is God that gave you the strength and the ability to acquire the appropriate skills. All you’re doing is gathering manna.
The farmer plants the seed but God supplies the growth. The hunter seeks the prey but God provides it.
If you work on computers or are in a helping profession it may be a bit less obvious. But we have no materials to create that did not come from God’s creation, and no knowledge and skill that didn’t come from His generosity.
When my wife and I spent a decade on the mission field we saw this demonstrated clearly. Our support came from gifts, not a salary. And though we worked hard, our finances were in no way connected to the work we did. We did what God called us to do, and He provided for us. When we moved back to the states and ‘got jobs’ nothing really changed. We still must do what god calls us to do and trust Him (not ourselves) to provide.
Nothing we do to provide for ourselves really provides for anything. It is all simply receiving a gift. And recognizing this fact changes everything. All our possessions and finances are suddenly meaningful. Even holy. We no longer have to worry because it is God who supplies everything. Pressure to perform and overachieve takes its proper place as sinful and anti-kingdom motivation. And we are free to give because we know that it is all from God in the first place.
Asking God to give us daily bread is recognizing the way that the world really works. If our nation is facing hard economic times, we must trust God who gives us enough manna for today.
The other day I was at the bar before 9am. No one was there yet, and I wasn’t too surprised. But I knew that they’d be there soon enough. I was right. By 10am the place was buzzing. People talking, laughing, having a good time, enjoying a beverage…cold or hot. Then the band started, and that pretty much set the atmosphere for the morning. A little later somebody got up and talked…real funny guy…a visitor from Arkansas. He made everybody laugh, and he was real smart and then he got serious and so did the rest of us. Then some of us stayed for lunch at the restaurant upstairs.
Me and my friends call this ‘church.’ We do it about once a week. And yes, we do it in a bar. A real bar with neon beer logos on the wall and a view of the Sun Harbor Marina on St. Andrews Bay that is just beautiful. The bar is called “Dock of the Bay” and it sits on…ummm…a dock…on a bay. Thus the name. And yes, there is a dynamite restaurant upstairs. Great food, great atmosphere. What a cool place to have church.
It was not really my dream to have church in a bar. It is a value for our church to avoid a permanent location as long as possible. See, we don’t think of the church as a building, but as a people. I know lots of other folks say they believe the same thing, but they mostly meet in church buildings. We meet in a bar. We’re not better than church-building churches. We’re just trying to live out our values.
Lots of people think it’s a cool idea to have church in a bar. Like us. We think it’s a great idea. There’s chairs, tables and walls. Room enough for everyone. We didn’t have to buy chairs, tables or walls. We can spend that money on other stuff.
We like to spend as much money as we can on helping others. We do this ministry called “Angel Food.” It helps get people cheap groceries. We also do this thing called “The Cars of Christmas” and it helps people get...well, cars. At Christmas. It’s cool to do things to help people and not have to worry about chairs and tables and walls. ‘Cause we meet in a bar.
People who think it’s a cool idea to have church in a bar usually say something about our church hanging out with people who Jesus would have hung out with. Like people who go to bars. They talk about how Jesus loves and accepts everyone, even those who go to bars. People are accepted in a bar. Our whole church goes to bars… one called ‘Dock of the Bay’ in particular. Anyway, we accept people the way they are the very best we can. And we love them because we love the Jesus who accepts them the way they are.
Some of our folks have been hurt in other churches so they don’t feel comfortable in a conventional church building. Some folks may have never been to church much but they’ve been to bars a lot, so they are more at home in a bar. I’ve been to a lot of bars and a lot of churches. I figure folks go to bars and churches for a lot the same reasons. Because they’re hurting, lonely, needing love and someone to talk to. Or maybe because they’re in the habit of going.
Whatever your reason for wanting to see church done in a different way, we welcome you at CrossBridge. Dock of the Bay Restaurant and Lounge, Sundays at 10am.
Today (Saturday, June 28th) we had Angel Food Distribution. Every month we take orders for people who want to buy cheap food. It’s a great deal and I guess it really helps a lot of people. The thing has grown incredibly…almost doubling every single month that we’ve done it so far. We started with around 30 boxes and this month we had 664. (Two more boxes and we would have certainly had to explain to someone that we’re NOT the antichrist.)
So these 664 boxes of food came in on a big truck from Georgia. People waited in line for hours to get their food just like they were waiting to get tickets for the next Rolling Stones concert. One family was there 2½ hours before time for delivery. Their wait was not significantly longer than most of the others. It was hot and humid and just about everybody had to stand for a couple hours to get their food. We had some cold drinks for them (thanks, Buffalo Rock) and we tried to make them laugh. And we tried to make them feel like someone cares for them. I told our volunteers that it was important to see people as people with feelings and needs and emotions and not just as another pair of hands holding another box of food as they move through the line. We wanted them to feel God’s presence as they picked up their food.
Still, I would have been ticked if I had to spend a chunk of my Saturday waiting in a food line. Got stuff to do, you know. But these people were happy. I didn’t experience any bad attitudes or rude people. I couldn’t believe it. Hundreds and hundreds of people standing in the heat for hours and no one’s complaining. What if you had to stand in line next to someone who talked too much or had an annoying laugh? No bad attitudes, no complaining. At least I didn’t hear it. Someone said that its positive proof that God is working through this food ministry. Maybe they’re right. I was there to serve others. But I was the one who got touched. An experience of God’s presence was being extended to me through the ones there to get food. Everything was upside-down.
We’re working on getting the process better streamlined to handle the volume of people coming through. But there seemed to be something very healthy and very healing about the waiting. Maybe its because it gave people a chance to slow down and not have to be busy for a little while. Maybe its because we need community so bad and people were able to connect with each other in the line.
I know that rest and community are things that I need desperately. I would never have thought to go looking for them in a food line.