Thanks Jason Clark for this post (which I will reproduce here with some recent pictures of Bangsar Lutheran Church)
There I said it.
I sometimes wonder if at present that kind of statement puts you up there with the Ďcraziesí. Kind of like saying Margaret Thatcher was a warm gentle person, or that Tony Blairís faith helped his political policy making.
Iíve written before that it currently seems much more Ďauthenticí to leave/criticise/doubt/be bored with church. Any confession of a high view of church, and love of church immediately paints you as an institutionalized reactionary conservative, blind to the problems of church.
Iím not talking about the idea of church, were we can all affirm the imagining of a better church. Iím talking about the church as it has existed and will continue to to in history.
The church messed up by you and me.
There is a naive sentimentalism about church, that is dangerous and leaves the church unable to change, with itís fingers in itís ears to any critique. But there is also a bilious cynicism about church, that finds itís ongoing expression in a pathological idealised post-church narrative. And lots of stuff in between.
My location on the emerging church discussion, doesnít come from being bored with church (I didnít grow up in church), a dislike of worship aesthetics (there is much I donít like), or the loss of faith in a post-modern world (Iíve nearly lost mine a few times).
It comes from a love of the church.
Church saved me. It introduced Jesus to me. It challenged me to hand my life, my basis for living and being over to Jesus, and to explore that with other Christians.
It brought healing to my life, through loving relationships, the presence of Jesus, examples of what it meant to live as a human being and as a father and husband (without alcohol and violence), with a new family of wonderful relationships.
It encouraged me to learn and grow and find out Godís plans for my life, and to try to locate that in the scheme of eternity and Godís kingdom.
It got in my face about the need to attend to my character, and take the pain of my past to Jesus.
And yes it has bored me, frustrated me, and been hopelessly out of step with my world so many times. And more than that it has regularly hurt me, abused me, tried my faith, and caused to me to doubt and question.
And yet I love and believe in it even more than ever.