Asking the Wrong Questions

A question often asked is ‘what it church?’
Why do we meet?
When and where do we meet?
How do we meet?
What do we do in our gatherings?
Who leads? Who governs? Who teaches?

Where do apostles fit in church? What about prophets?
What is the role of elders in church?
And what about the role of women in church?

I have shelves of books about who does what in church. Some go in to detail about what to call people who have more than one five-fold office (they’re supposed to be called hyphenated apostles, or whatever their major gifting is).

There have been volumes written trying to define positions in church, not to mention countless conferences explaining who’s who in church.

It seems this is majoring in the minors. We are the church. So how do we be the church in a way that impacts our world? Continually tweaking the meeting styles and positions is not having any impact except to keep the focus internal.

Why have we done this? It has been easier to try to perfect the organization than to get out and be the church. The more inward the focus is, the more we minor in the details of church life.

I would love to see us learn to be the church in the world without all of the miscellany that distract us from the mission at hand.


4 thoughts on “Asking the Wrong Questions

  1. Well said, Grace.

    You’re right when you say it’s easier to focus inwardly than outwardly…because then we might have to face the “big bad world”. We might have to associate with people who aren’t like us, we might have to give something away or do something we don’t really want to do.

    I know I have struggled with this…but in my season out of the church I have found out how much fun it is to see what God is doing “outside” the walls of the church buildings. He’s really much more creative than we tend to give Him credit for in our “services”.

  2. Good post. We are the church. We are the body. Moving out beyond the doors is an amazing thing. “It’s all about You Lord. It’s all about You.”

  3. Thanks lily, well-woman, and miss-buggy.

    I wish I hadn’t been trained for all those years to serve the institution.

    This is my soapbox these days.

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