Dear
Emanuel Members and Friends –
After this the Lord appointed
seventy others and sent them on ahead of him in pairs to every town and place
where he himself intended to go. He said to them, ‘The harvest is plentiful,
but the laborers are few; therefore ask the Lord of the harvest to send out
laborers into his harvest. Go on your way. See, I am sending you out like lambs
into the midst of wolves. Carry no purse, no bag, no sandals; and greet no one
on the road. Whatever house you enter, first say, “Peace to this house!” And if
anyone is there who shares in peace, your peace will rest on that person; but
if not, it will return to you. Remain in the same house, eating and drinking
whatever they provide, for the laborer deserves to be paid. Do not move about
from house to house. Whenever you enter a town and its people welcome you, eat
what is set before you; cure the sick who are there, and say to them, “The
kingdom of God has come near to you.” (Luke 10:1-9)
The gifts he gave were that some
would be apostles, some prophets, some evangelists, some pastors and teachers,
to equip the saints for the work of ministry, for building up the body of
Christ, until all of us come to the unity of the faith and of the knowledge of
the Son of God, to maturity, to the measure of the full stature of Christ. We
must no longer be children, tossed to and fro and blown about by every wind of
doctrine, by people’s trickery, by their craftiness in deceitful scheming. But
speaking the truth in love, we must grow up in every way into him who is the
head, into Christ, from whom the whole body, joined and knitted together by
every ligament with which it is equipped, as each part is working properly,
promotes the body’s growth in building itself up in love. (Ephesians 4:11-16)
Jesus said to him, ‘No one who puts
a hand to the plow and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God.’ (Luke 9:62)
A song currently playing frequently
(perhaps too frequently) on the radio, by the musical duo “21 Pilots”, contains
the refrain:
“Wish we could turn back time, to
the good ol’ days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.”
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.”
This
song speaks from the perspective of one who is on the cusp of maturity, not
feeling entirely ready for the responsibilities of adulthood, but instead
looking back to the relatively carefree days of childhood. Inevitably, inexorably, the singer is heading
toward maturity, but not without a glance backward to “the good ol’ days/when our momma sang us to sleep.…” However, the singer knows that, ready or not,
the responsibilities of adulthood await him, and therefore he is “stressed out.”
Like
physical and mental maturity, spiritual maturity is not attained without
struggle. Particularly in the church, it
is tempting – and it is easy – to rest in a kind of perpetual spiritual
childhood, assuming that the familiar spaces and scenes of our childhood will
always be there to comfort us, that the church will always be there to serve us. After all, Jesus said, “Let the little children come unto me, and do not forbid them, for of
us is the kingdom of heaven.” (Matthew 19:14, Mark 10:14, Luke 18:16) Familiar
surroundings, favorite scriptures, beloved hymns, can, instead of spurring us
to mission, be like a lullaby, can have a similar effect to when “our momma sang us to sleep”. Paul’s call for his readers – and for us – to
grow into spiritual maturity (even while retaining childlike trust in God) was
likely jarring to his listeners, and may be jarring to us as well. It is indeed jarring to realize that the
buildings and ornaments which we assumed would always be with us, are, like all
other earthly possessions, temporary.
And when that which is familiar is removed from us, and we are thrust
into surroundings that are unfamiliar, we can readily become “stressed out.”
“Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I
was young,
How come I'm never able to identify
where it's coming from?….” (21 Pilots, ‘Stressed Out’)
Jesus’
instructions to the “seventy others” – which echo those he gave earlier to his twelve
disciples – are striking to us. “Carry no purse, no bag, nor two tunics, nor
sandals…..” (Matthew 10: 9-10, Mark 6:8-9, Luke 10:4) The seventy, like the twelve before them,
were instructed to travel light. They
were not to engage in elaborate planning for their mission, but rather trust in
God to provide for their needs through the hospitality of those to whom they
ministered.
Needless
to say, our churches, by and large, do not follow this pattern of
ministry. Most of our churches (Emanuel
included), in order to carry out our mission, believe we need, not only a purse
(i.e. a bank account), a bag (storage space for possessions and mementos),
multiple tunics and sandals (vestments), but also a large and functional
building (preferably handicapped-accessible), a pipe organ, stained glass windows,
pews (cushioned if funds permit), candles, altar flowers, and a big brass cross….and
that’s the bare minimum. Jesus told his disciples to “Go on your way”
(that is, venture beyond the confines of worship space and into the wider
world), but our pattern of ministry, with familiar sights and sounds and even
smells, instead invites people to remain,
to form a “holy huddle” in one place.
We used to
play pretend, give each other different names,
We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away,
Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face,
Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money. (Yah) " (21 Pilots, ‘Stressed Out’)
We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away,
Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face,
Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money. (Yah) " (21 Pilots, ‘Stressed Out’)
Our
building needs significant repairs.
Specifically, in the wake of recent storms, the brick work in our front
wall is shifting. Our insurance has been
contacted, along with multiple structural engineers. Bids from several contractors are
pending. In the meantime, demonstrating an abundance of
caution, at least a week’s worth of services have been shifted to nearby
Bridesburg Presbyterian church on Pratt Street.
(UPDATE: Services will resume at
Emanuel Church starting Sunday, March 13, 2016. Use Almond Street gate via
cemetery.)
It’s
an unsettling situation. To travel to
Fillmore Street and see a padlock on our front gate, to travel (even if only a
few blocks) to a less familiar church, to sit in pews with worshipers we don’t
know well, to follow an unfamiliar order of worship and sing from a different
hymnal – all these things contribute to a sense of dislocation. It’s Sunday morning, and we’re in church, but
not “our” church.
We
fervently pray it’s a temporary situation, and that we can return to Fillmore
Street soon. But while we’re “on the
road”, so to speak, I’d encourage us to view the situation not just as an
inconvenience – which it most assuredly is - but as an invitation to grow in
spiritual maturity. Meeting and
worshiping with our Presbyterian sisters and brothers (or those of any other
congregation) is a good thing. Sitting
in an unfamiliar sanctuary and realizing that God is there too, just as God was
present on Fillmore Street, is a good thing.
Living out the truth of the children’s song “The church is not a building, the church is not a steeple/ the church
is not a resting place, the church is people” is a good thing. And Jesus never promised that following him
would be without inconvenience.
Growing
into spiritual maturity is a lifelong process, and involves growing pains. During this (hopefully brief) time of
dislocation, we may at times become “stressed out”. I share in these feelings of dislocation and
stress. But, trusting in the wisdom of
the old hymn, may we pray “Have thine own way, Lord, have thine own way. Thou art the potter, I am the clay….” May we trust that the God who has carried
Emanuel Church through over 150 years of ministry will continue to be in our
midst, shaping and molding our congregation now so that we can be matured and
equipped to serve God and neighbor in the future.
See
you in church – Pastor Dave
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