A Hurting Church

Teena Myers, SCW President

By Teena Myers

Google churches and you will find Baptist, more Baptist, and more Baptist etc. Was it the search engine listing the churches or is there an overabundance of Baptist churches in the city? I debated which Baptist church would be my next first time guest experience. Then I saw a familiar name that was not a Baptist Church. My brother, his wife, and most of her family came to Christ in this church in the 1970s.

I was familiar with some of the church’s history. In the 1980s, they moved to a better location. They built a large beautiful sanctuary on a road I often travel. In time a small school sprung up. The founder of the church died. His son replaced him. One day, I drove by and noted the church had burned down. I later learned it had been hit by lightning. Between that and hurricane Katrina, most of the congregation must have moved on. The large sanctuary never reappeared.

Technically, I have visited the church, but it’s been close to forty years since my last visit. The decades of absence surely qualified me as a first time guest again. Their website indicated they still met. I assumed in the school.

The following Sunday, I walked toward the school, which clearly was not a school anymore. The neatly kept gardens were fed by two ten foot fountains of gently flowing water. I paused to drink in the peaceful atmosphere. Two men stood at the door greeting those who entered minus the usual bulletin. I looked for a bulletin on the tables in the brightly lit foyer. No bulletin.

Entering the sanctuary was a descent into darkness. Blue lights illuminated the stage. The rest of the sanctuary reminded me of a restaurant so dark I could barely see what I was eating. I looked at my phone for the time. The advertised service time was 11 a.m. A little after 11 a.m. the band and a small choir gathered to pray.

Why is it so difficult to start a service on time?

The musicians disbanded to their appropriate places on the stage. The band played softly as the high tech announcements scrolled across the video screen. The next forty-five minutes, the band continued to play while the keyboard player rambled. “Don’t like the drummer. Too bad, he said. He had spent a lot of time with the drummer. He knew what apparently no one else did. The drummer is a good guy. “Music too loud. Too bad. If the church don’t float your boat…”

“Find another boat,” someone in the congregation finished as the keyboard player smiled and nodded in agreement.

The keyboard player’s comments revealed the pastor had been absent for some time, and he was holding the ship together. People wanted to know what would happen when the pastor returned. He made it clear that he is the keyboard player. Nothing more. He had the pastors back.

His next comment was not as commendable. The pastor had given his life for the church and no one would take his place. Furthermore, if anyone had a problem with the way things were being run, the issue lies with them. It is not in the leadership of the church.

Had he forgotten that Jesus gave his life for the church, and no one will take his place, including the pastor of a church?

He finally pulled a dark glass pulpit on wheels to the center of the stage and the musicians sat down. Another thirty minutes of rambling, with a lot of “the Bible says” without offering a scripture reference. Finally, Philippians 3:10 flashed on the screen, followed by a mini sermon on how we don’t try hard enough to know God.

I know something the Bible says, too.

For the lips of the priest ought to preserve knowledge, because he is the messenger of the Lord Almighty and people seek instruction from his mouth. But you have turned from the way and by your teaching have caused many to stumble…” (Malachi 2:7-8, NIV)

A priest and perhaps a keyboard player cannot preserve nor impart what he or she does not possess. His message was full of self-justification and condemnation.

I had walked into a hurting church. A spiritually immature man was doing his best to hold it together until the pastor returned. I attended many churches shipwrecked by its leadership, who blame the congregation. They are wearisome to attend. Many of then I remained in far too long. The Bible says not to forsake assembling with other believers (Hebrews 10:25). It also rebukes those who tolerate abusive leaders (2 Cor 11:20).

 

 

Response

  1. Rosemary B. Althoff Avatar

    Yes, there are many hurting churches. I’ve attended a good few. It wrenches my heart.

    My current church, St. Paul Lutheran in the Marigny, at this time is in a state of joy as the newly called pastor has arrived. (The interim pastor has been my husband, Skip. I have enjoyed him, too.) I look forward to Pastor Christian Rasmussen’s special installation service this Sunday Jan. 12 at 3 pm.

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