In the midst of all the high-level discussion of being missional, the writing of books, and the advancing of ideas among church leaders and seminarians, I sift through a lot of information to find those who are breaking it down to the level where I live.
Personally, I sometimes feel like a case study in converting from traditional church attender to becoming a missional follower of Christ, a missional guinea pig, if you will.
In my case, we have a fairly mature believer, sincere relationship with the Lord, commitment to obedience, somewhat intelligent, and thoroughly trained in churchianity.
Then there was the damascus road experience, where the blinders came off, and I was introduced to the ideas of missional and incarnational living. Some of you might be able to relate to what an awkward transition this is.
As I sat in church Sunday, listening to the recount of the past year’s ministry – 200 decisions, multiple baptisms, lives and families changed – I wondered about my fumbling attempts to live missionally.
I looked at my personal ineffectiveness and toyed with the temptation to let someone else do it, to attach myself to something delivering quantifiable results, to become involved to the point that I could take credit for some of the fruit. I mean really, why reinvent the wheel?
“Honey did you buy some cookies at the missionary bake sale?” Check.
“…and drop off those clothes at goodwill?” Check.
“Are we signed up for small group, women’s bible study, men’s accountability group, kid’s in youth group, volunteering at Sunday school and the church clean-up day?”
Check, check, check.
Sometimes I consider this, but then I wonder if it would be backsliding.