Some stories are just too good not to share…Ryan passed one along Tuesday about Community Church of Joy in Glendale, AZ. It used to be (maybe it still is) one of the biggest Evangelical Lutheran churches in America. We’re talking thousands of people each Sunday. A church of that size requires a pretty sophisticated parking “ministry,” and one day the pastor’s wife threw on an orange vest and went out to the parking lot to help after the sermon. To her surprise, she was flipped off by three different people on their way out. Obviously, the sermon hadn’t done much for them.
I’m sure Church of Joy isn’t an isolated case (although I would say the instance was pretty ironic considering the church’s name – ha!). Sadly, a Barna study has showed that church doesn’t make a darn difference in people’s lives until they start participating about 6-7 hours per week. Anything less than that is just an activity, not a change agent.
This statistic alone should cause us to re-think they way we “do” church. I’m not saying 6-7 hours a week at church should be avoided, but why are we offering one hour on Sunday if it doesn’t do any good anyway? Are we just marketing Jesus like Disney markets High School Musical (which, by the way, goes on tour at the end of November – I know, I’m a nerd). If all we offer is a performance, we might as well make Jesus sing and dance and take Him on tour. In this age where trends change every five minutes, we showcase Jesus on Sunday mornings with signs that say, “NEW AND IMPROVED.” But it seems that in our attempt to spread the gospel, we have merely been spreading nominalism.
Which brings me to the title of this blog entry. Ryan briefly mentioned another church during class whose name caught my attention: Vintage Faith in Santa Cruz, CA. Pastored by Dan Kimball, it takes a similar form as many of the emerging churches of our day. I’ve never actually been there, so I can’t say much concretely by way of their community in that little boardwalk town, but I can say their name takes us back to a key idea of the Christian faith.
When I first heard the word vintage, I thought of old, antique, classic – like a ’57 Chevy of a good bottle of wine. “Let’s go back,” I thought, “To vintage Christianity.” You know, back when it was ripe and fresh and potent. Back when it changed people’s lives, and the world right along with them. But then I looked the word up, and discovered the whole association of the word with the concept of “old” isn’t quite accurate. That’s more of a slang meaning that has developed over time. But the actual meaning is rooted in the Latin words “vinum” and “demere,” meaning “to take from the vine.” That word “demere” is also where we get “redeem,” or “to take back.” So vintage, is really a yield of grapes from a certain season, captured in a bottle and opened many years later for a special occasion or celebration.
When you open a vintage bottle of wine, you are essentially opening up a piece of the past in the present; a little bit of 1953 in 2006, for example. I wonder how we, having abided in the vine of Christ, might truly yield fruit in this age. Or how, like a delicate Pinot Noir, we might be brought of for celebration, a taste of another time in this present age.
What if we return to smaller communities, communities that actually produce change in people’s lives and allow for everyone’s gifts to be shared. So that, as Paul pictures the Church in Ephesians 4, we would “…prepare God’s people for works of service, so that the body of Christ may be built up until we all reach unity in the faith and in the knowledge of the Son of God and become mature, attaining to the whole measure of the fullness of Christ.”
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