Archive for March, 2009

27
Mar

The Church Is The Mother Of Us All

   Posted by: Micah    in Uncategorized, theology

Who, or what, is the Church? I hope to not so much definitively answer the question, as much as to address it. There is, among modern Christians a tendency to ignore the idea of the Church. Church is a place to go to see other Christians. To see the Church as an “entity” is to the modern evangelical mind something very Roman Catholic. But the Church is an entity. The Bible tells me so. And she will prevail against the gates of hell.

The first question in what, or who, is the Church is, what, or who, are Christians? There is a simple answer to this, and it is not about a personal relationship. Christians are those who have received a baptism in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Some might say Christians are those who have a good relationship with, or really love Jesus. But that is too ambiguous and subjective. Others say that Christians are the elect. I’m a little more comfortable with this, but again, how can you know? You can’t. But I can answer both of those with baptism. If you are elect, you will love Jesus and want to have a good relationship with Him. If you love Him, you will keep His commandments. One of which is, be baptized.  But what if someone is neither elect, nor loves Jesus, but is baptized? Then he is one of the seeds that took root, but not deeply, and died, or was choked by weeds. God will root him out, either through the normal activities of the faithful Church, or on Judgement Day. But, if someone is baptized and in good standing with the church, I have no choice but to treat him as a brother, encouraging him in love.

So the Church, perhaps, is a collection of baptized Christians. But that can’t be all, because when I have my Christian buddies over, we are not the church. We are members of the church, meeting outside the church. The church is, as Paul tells us, the body of Christ. We, being baptized Christians, are members of that body. Like little fingers and pinky toes. The church extends in time both ways. It is both historical and teleological. But while all Christians are part of the historical church, and we pray for the future church, we are in the present church. The messy one with real people. Being members of a body naturally means having a hierarchy. The pinky toes are not in charge. They are in submission. It is through this submission that we learn to lead, which is to say, to serve. Essentially, the simple answer is that Christians are covenantally bound to the God the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, and to one another. There is a lot tied up with that; fellowship, accountability, putting up with strange people, compromising opinions that are held as beliefs, dealing with other people, obeying elders, making vows and keeping them, loving one another.  

So, the church is, through time, a group of people, repentant, believing, and covenantally bound by baptism to God and one another, submitting to the hierarchy of authority put in place by God, and extending the hand of fellowship to those who would repent, believe, and be baptized. The church, as the body of Christ, teaches us, feeds us, and gives us rest. It is not possible, where the church is present, to be bound to Christ, and to be at odds with His body, the church.

26
Mar

Something In The Water?

   Posted by: Micah    in Uncategorized

I don’t know if it was Spring just itching in peoples bones, or if someone was passing out free psychotropics down the street, but something was just a little off kilter downtown today as I got off work.

The first sign was the clueless panhandler. His first mistake was that he started with the finishing line. As he first walked by, sporting nice pants, a designer-esque shirt, and a cute dog on a leash, he flashed me a yellow toothed smile and wished God’s blessing on me. All good beggars know to save the blessing until later in the game. Then he told me about how cold it was last night for his dog, (who had not lost her winter coat, or winter’s reserve of blubber). I really did feel sorry for the guy. I was about ready to give him panhandling lessons.

I had only barely gotten rid of him when I heard singing down the street, and coming closer. I looked and there before my eyes is a thin, middle aged man sporting salt and pepper hair, a classic olive suit, latex gloves, and a school-bus-yellow hard hat, swerving down the entire width of the road on a mountain bike.  As he went he circled a group of jay-walking college kids, sing-songing, “My bike is cheaper than your bike! My bike is cheaper than your bike!” Baffled, I continued loading my tools.

Eventually a couple of my coworkers came out, and we began conversing. I pointed out the ecstatic bicyclist who was making mad circles around the square. As we laughed this up, an odd couple, he looking very much like a monkey, and she possibly carrying all her worldly possessions in a backpack, stopped to question us on the nature of the construction project ($1495 a month loft apartments). After hearing a goodly portion of her life story, they left us. No sooner, a new couple walked by, whose timing could not have been written better by a Hollywood screenwriter.

They were an elderly couple. She was pushing him, he having neither leg below the thigh. It could have been a touching picture. But just as they rolled by, we got a snapshot of their conversation.  We had to go back inside after that, unable to contain our gleeful reaction to the effects of what undoubtedly must have been the weather.

He spoke reminiscently. “I one-time peed on the steps of a library.”

“Oh, God, Leroy,” she sighed. “Sweet Jesus.”

Afraid the general atmosphere might be catching, we retreated.