Church as fetish
Pete Rollins has an interesting post about Christians who continue to go to and be involved in churches they no longer believe in.
Interesting for me because I’m in a place where I’m not sure how much I agree with the church’s vision and direction. Mainly because for all the pomp and circumstance surrounding our Mission Action Plan, there seems to be little else than Alpha and riding on the back of 2 projects that few of the congregation are involved in. I did say seems.
We’ve also been through a tough 2 or 3 years, what with numerous complaints from members of the congregation who didn’t agree with changes the vicar was making - and one complaint reaching all the way to the Bishop of London. Plus issues with staffing, a major building project and moving 2 congregations into 1 as a result of this project.
Yet communication is appalling. Things get changed and moved without the people who need to know being told. It’s not only frustrating but disheartening. You make suggestions: they get ignored. Or rather, forgotten. You speak, but you’re not heard. And yet I am on the church council.
Why do I stay? Because I felt God moved me here, and as yet I can’t figure out why. Unless it’s not about my being in the church that’s the reason he moved me, and about the place I live.
Why do I stay in leadership? Because someone needs to try and stand up to the clergy when they’re heading off down paths noone except the faithful few (and by that I mean faithful to them, not necessarily to Jesus) wants to follow.
I once had a conversation, during all the complaints, with the vicar’s wife, where she told me that church is not a democracy. And I responded that it’s not a dictatorship either. The vicar comes from the church I used to go to, and the vicar at that church once shouted at me during a church council meeting because I wanted a point clarified! But then he apparently had a breakdown last year, which being a control-freak can lead to.
The ultimate question is should I stay or should I go? Part of the India thing was, I think, an opportunity to legitimately run away from the situation. To say I’m going to follow God’s call and go overseas is the perfect excuse to leave a church you’re not happy in.
To stand up and say “I’m going because I don’t agree with what you’re doing” is hard for many reasons. Firstly because I have - or had? - a friendship with the vicar. Secondly because I would miss my friends. But thirdly, and perhaps most importantly, because I can’t concretely voice what it is I don’t like. I just don’t.
Ironically, during the sermon yesterday, the vicar said that God often calls us into difficult places. A certain irony there, I feel!






