I'm in a ranting season. Regarding the church I'm in deconstruct mode. I'm provoked regarding the discrepancy I see between the biblical bride of Christ and the image I see on Sunday mornings. I realize that blood was shed for this beauty but I have a very tough time with her current digs: building campaigns, CEO style leadership and program-based ecclesiology. Sometimes I think that if it all came crashing down we would be better off. What if, for instance, we stopped the Sunday morning show of 2 fast ones, 2 slow ones, and an entertaining message? Would we survive? Are we slaves of our own agendas and vision statements? I'm zealous for the bride of Christ. I have an image I can't get out of my mind. I picture her spotless, refined, classy, elegant, resourceful and radiant. I hear the "unforced rythyms of grace" leading our leaders. I guess I'm looking for a city who's Builder and Maker is God.
Paul Loeffler (above) is a good friend. Last night after worship practice he took me out to Starbucks and burped me. I needed to unload. All this stuff gets pent up inside till I feel like I'll explode. We talked for about an hour and I vented big time. This season would be much lonelier without bros like Paul.
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