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January 6, 2014 · 09:32

from Rev. Peter M. Wallace’s Blog: the need remains

 

For centuries, the church has been the primary delivery system for Christian faith and spirituality, but now people are finding fulfillment in other ways, individually and communally. So, like the automotive magazine industry and all the other struggling institutions, the church is “scrambling to find the right way to connect to an audience that has fractured and fragmented to numerous different platforms.”

There are innumerable reasons why organized religion is declining, many of them having to do with the abuse of power such structures can enable. Vast swaths of people are simply turning away from the judgmentalism and rigid views held by large portions of the church.

Yet the need remains.

Many people are talking about getting back to the roots of what the church is about. Church buildings may be glorious, but their walls often seem intended more to keep their members safe within them rather than to enable them to move out beyond them to love and serve the world.

An account in Luke 10:1-24 offers a vision of what Christ may have intended the church to look like.

Jesus sees that his mission is being fulfilled, that his purpose in coming is being realized as his followers go forth and serve those in need. They have caught his vision and are running with it. They are finally fulfilling the will of God on this earth, thereby satisfying a yearning that has existed among God’s people for centuries.

Perhaps something like that lies ahead for the church in the 21st Century. In many places and in many ways, it’s already happening.

I sat next to a young minister at a preaching conference recently who told me that in his 20s he had given up on the church of his childhood. He saw no relevance in it. He could fulfill any spiritual needs on his own in any number of ways. But after Hurricane Katrina hit the GulfCoast, he was so impressed by the ways numerous churches mobilized to offer aid, in the immediate aftermath and for several years in the rebuilding, that he decided to get involved again.

For him, as well as for many others, this is what church is supposed to be. Not comfortable gatherings for self-improvement, not a means to enjoy feel-good sentiments, but equipped communities mobilizing together in Jesus’ name to serve in real and loving ways in this world of need. As a result, the last thing this young man ever expected is happening: He is in seminary preparing to become a pastor in a church that will no doubt be something entirely different than he ever imagined

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The Eagle (a very old and well-known story)

There is an old (and very well known) tale told about a certain man who went through the woods seeking any bird of interest he might find.  He caught a young eagle, brought it home and put it among the hens and ducks and turkeys, and gave it chicken food to eat even though it was an eagle, the king of birds.

Five years later, a naturalist came to see him and, after passing  through the garden, said ‘That bird is an Eagle, not a chicken.’

‘Yes’ said the owner, ‘but I have trained it to be a chicken.  It is no longer an eagle, it is a chicken, even though it measures fifteen feet from tip to tip of its wings.’

‘No,’ said the naturalist, ‘it is an eagle still; it has the heart of an eagle, and I will help it soar high up in to the heavens.’

‘No,’ said the owner. ‘ it is a chicken and will never fly.’

They agreed to test it.  The naturalist picked up the eagle, held  it up and said with great intensity. ‘Eagle you are an eagle; you  belong to the sky and not to this earth; stretch forth your wings and fly.’

The eagle turned this way and that, and then looking down, saw the hens eating their food, and down he jumped.

The owner said; ‘I told you it was a chicken.’

‘No,’ said the naturalist, ‘it is an eagle. Give it another chance  tomorrow. ‘

So the next day he took it to the top of the house and said: ‘Eagle, you are an eagle; stretch forth your wings and fly.’  But  again the eagle, seeing the chickens feeding, jumped down and fed with them.

Again the owner said: ‘I told you it was a chicken.’

‘No,’ asserted the naturalist, ‘it is an eagle, and it has the heart of an eagle; only give it one more chance, and I will make it fly tomorrow.’

The next morning he rose early and took the eagle outside the city and away from the houses, to the foot of a high mountain.  The sun was just rising, gilding the top to the mountain with gold, and every crag was glistening in the joy of the beautiful morning.

He picked up the eagle and said to it: ‘Eagle, you are an eagle; you belong to the sky and not to the earth; stretch forth your wings and fly.’

The eagle looked around and trembled as if new life were coming to it.  But it did not fly.

The naturalist then made it look straight at the sun.  Suddenly it stretched out its wings and, with the screech of an eagle, it mounted higher and higher and never returned.

Though it had been kept and tamed as a chicken, it was an eagle.

Society has a way dehumanising us.  Of causing us to fail to see our worth before God.  Of making us little more than objects to whom advertisers make their pitch, and about whom governments create statistics and form policies to keep everything safe and predictable.

And religion without vision also has this effect reducing us to the status of law keepers – or lawbreakers, classifying us according to what we believe or do not believe.  And categorising us according to the way in which we conform or do not conform to the expectations of the church or denomination in which we happen to find ourselves.

It is easy to lose track of who we are – and whose we are – and to slip into the old ways – the way of the law and it’s regulations;  the way of trying to please God by adhering to a code that measures our worth by what we do and our value by what we refrain from doing.

It is easy to forget that we are eagles and that we are meant to fly in the highest heavens.

 

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Isolation (Beth Britton’s Blog)

Beth Britton

Freelance writer and blogger, campaigner and consultant

Isolation – The Greatest Barrier to Health and Happiness?
Posted: 29/04/2013 0

 When we think about our wellbeing, we think of avoiding major diseases, being financially comfortable, enjoying our daily lives and achieving our goals. Often we never stop to consider those invisible yet vital qualities of support, understanding and love that are provided by the people we keep close to us.

You cannot measure the contribution those individuals make to our lives, but without them the impact can be the greatest unseen risk to our long-term health and happiness. Isolation is no respecter of age or status, nor does it come without side-effects. Changes in our lives, or even just the passage of time, can result in losing that feeling of being needed, wanted and valued, and if you develop a physical or mental health problem, mobility issues or a fear of social interaction, isolation can set in even faster.

In a society that offers more than it has ever offered its citizens, it is a shame on us all that so many people feel cut off from their communities and networks, frequently as a result of becoming very vulnerable through no fault of their own. Neighbours, colleagues and even family and friends can abandon someone who is labelled as having problems that are too difficult to understand or support, just because it’s easier to ignore them than to become involved.

We turn the other cheek and expect someone else to help. Often, however, there is no one else. Many family carers are left to look after their loved one in isolation, without even a shoulder to cry on. For single people of all ages with health conditions that confine them to their homes, paid carers may be the only people that they see in a day, week, month or even a year. Yet those carers may not always arrive, and when they do they are unlikely to have time to chat.

If you are living with a condition like dementia, the stigma alone can see you shunned by those who you thought you could rely on, at the very time when being isolated is likely to make your symptoms worse and your future very bleak. For many people who are isolated, depression and lack of self-worth can see them give up on the basic elements required to get through each day. Without quality of life, purpose and passion, it is easy to see why people who are isolated can lose the will to live, and in the case of many older people with numerous health problems, that is exactly what does happen.

I found it incredibly sad to learn that some residents in one of my dad’s care homes had a social worker or solicitor as their next of kin. So basically not a soul in the world who would want to be notified if they fell ill in the night, or would come to hold their hand and comfort them. Just someone to be notified when they had died so that their affairs could be finalised. Yet at least these people were within the warm and supportive environment of a care home where they were loved by staff, residents and visitors. Imagine the isolation for someone in those circumstances living alone.

These days of course we don’t need to leave our homes to feel solidarity and support in our lives – access to social media can bring friendship and understanding, regardless of how difficult your circumstances are. Like most methods of combatting isolation, however, people need to seek it for themselves, and often those who are the most seriously isolated don’t have the means or the ability to do that.

Isolation is something that can creep up on you very easily, and yet it is incredibly difficult – and in some cases impossible – to escape from. Us humans are wonderful at segregating our fellow citizens, putting them into a particular demographic and leaving them there. Yet extending a welcome, showing an interest in someone’s life and being kind cost nothing except our time. After all, one day we might just need that ourselves.

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