Creating Community, or Finding It (part 2: Community Happens)
Categories: community, food for thought, Meanderings (look it up)
Categories: community, food for thought, Meanderings (look it up)
Categories: church, food for thought
One of the most profound paradigm shifts I’ve had over the past few years is my understanding of community, particularly the community of believers and individual communities of faith. It goes right along with the realization that the church really is the people, not the building with the steeple. (See, I made a rhyme! Do it all the time!)
Anyhow…ahem.
Categories: food for thought, link love
Over the past two evenings The Wild One and I watched the classic movie A Nun’s Story starring Audrey Hepburn–first time we’d seen it. (Long movie, so we broke it into two parts watching it from our DVR.) It was about a young woman, the daughter of a famous doctor, trained as a nurse, who entered the convent with a sincere desire to serve God and care for the underprivileged. We watched as throughout the nearly three-hour-long movie she stumbles over the legalistic rules of her order that stop her from making common sense decisions for the people she is treating–epitomized by the requirement that she must leave off treatment of a patient (no matter how severe) when the bell calls her to prayer and communion. Their explanation for such requirements? “Your medical service must be secondary to your religious life.” After years of suffering from inside politics and constantly finding herself guilty of breaking one rule while trying to keep another, she finally decides to renounce her vows and is shunned by the order. The thing is, she is the one who is acting most like Jesus throughout the film. It is a classic example of people missing the point, of not seeing the forest for the trees.
Categories: food for thought, Meanderings (look it up)
Categories: food for thought, theological questions, Things I Should Probably Not Be Telling You
As a disclaimer/hat-tip, the thoughts I’m about to process began from some things I’m reading in Brian McClaren’s A Generous Orthodoxy. In one of the early chapters, he reflects on some of the issues and controversies raised by Jesus being referred to as the “Son of God”–including some of the concerns it raises in our culture about the presumed “male-“ness of God, or reinforcing the male-dominant theme many have taken from the Scripture–all of which could be debated and discussed into the ground as to what it actually means.
Categories: food for thought
Below is an excerpt from my post today on Communitas Collective:
My personal journey began in the instutional church. I showed a seriousness about my faith at an early age, as well as a gift for music, which garnered me a lot of attention. By my early teens, I had felt called to ministry, and stayed on that trajectory through most of my adult life. The institutional church, and church leadership in particular, was my comfort zone.
Categories: food for thought
A few days ago I posed the question (well, several questions, actually…but they basically boil down to this):
What could faith and Christ-following look like without the cultural baggage we put on it?
I’ve really noticed in recent years that there is an awful lot we classify as “church” that either is not mandated by the Scripture, or is unsupportable by Scripture. Yet these are so often the things we cling to the most.
Categories: food for thought, Sunday meditations
Categories: food for thought, Rantings
In my process of deconstructing, not just from institutional church but from institutional thinking… 🙂
…I’ve been realizing that there is a common thread or theme running through it. It could be worded several ways, but all convey the same basic question:
Categories: food for thought
Oh, boy, I may be stepping into some thick crap today…but it wouldn’t be the first time… 🙂
From my “tween” years through high school, I grew up in a racially integrated environment in California. My friends at school included people who were white, black, Chinese, Filipino, Latino (European and North American), Portuguese, Vietnamese…the list goes on. We played together, had fun, even sometimes joked about our differences. It just wasn’t a big deal to us. Also, most of my friendships were within the churches I attended, which added to the sense of brotherhood/sisterhood with all of us. The diversity I lived in felt so normal that I honestly thought racism was dead in this country. And especially in the church.