On Father's Day, as I sat around the table with my family, we discussed the Bible, as we often do, and house churches (over one of which my parents preside). We talked about how churches throw money at buildings and trendy programs. People seem to think that the building itself is the House of God. Our family's view is a little bit different--which is why I don't go to church every single Sunday (gasp!). Few things are more frustrating to me than the phrase "We really missed you at church last Sunday" (usually spoken in a chiding tone that translates its meaning to "We noticed you didn't come, backslider"). Usually the same people uttering the phrase don't even care why you weren't there. I think that if we always have to be in a church building or at the House of Prayer or at a conference of some sort to experience, learn about, and worship God--then we're in big trouble. My younger sister Emily actually posted an awesome Facebook status that sums up this point:
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Friday, July 1, 2011
Blog 28: No Such Custom
I love Jesus- period. I have never questioned the existence of God, nor whether His Word is true. I have researched, I have seen the facts laid out, and history and science alike seem to ratify it. So when I am critical of Christianity (as it has evolved) or even the Church itself, do not think me a faithless fool. What I'd like to call into question today is the utter lack of inquiry amongst modern Christians. We do as we're told blindly, without even finding out why things are done they way we are or why we believe as we do. As a whole, it seems that we don't own our faith, but rather perform some simplistic mimicry of our fathers, mothers, pastors, or what-have-you. In such behavior, we are not going directly to the Source of our life to 'only do as the Father does,' but are lazily depending on other fallible people to show us what is right and wrong. OR we latch onto a teaching about Scripture as if it is Scripture itself. Such a pattern not only makes us look like idiots to the world, but also fosters legalism and a certain sort of pious pride. When Jesus came, not only did he question the traditions and practices of the "holy" ones, he focused on the HEART of the matter. They could do all the right things, but if they were doing it for the wrong reasons (e.g. pride, money, status, appearances), He was grieved.
On Father's Day, as I sat around the table with my family, we discussed the Bible, as we often do, and house churches (over one of which my parents preside). We talked about how churches throw money at buildings and trendy programs. People seem to think that the building itself is the House of God. Our family's view is a little bit different--which is why I don't go to church every single Sunday (gasp!). Few things are more frustrating to me than the phrase "We really missed you at church last Sunday" (usually spoken in a chiding tone that translates its meaning to "We noticed you didn't come, backslider"). Usually the same people uttering the phrase don't even care why you weren't there. I think that if we always have to be in a church building or at the House of Prayer or at a conference of some sort to experience, learn about, and worship God--then we're in big trouble. My younger sister Emily actually posted an awesome Facebook status that sums up this point:
On Father's Day, as I sat around the table with my family, we discussed the Bible, as we often do, and house churches (over one of which my parents preside). We talked about how churches throw money at buildings and trendy programs. People seem to think that the building itself is the House of God. Our family's view is a little bit different--which is why I don't go to church every single Sunday (gasp!). Few things are more frustrating to me than the phrase "We really missed you at church last Sunday" (usually spoken in a chiding tone that translates its meaning to "We noticed you didn't come, backslider"). Usually the same people uttering the phrase don't even care why you weren't there. I think that if we always have to be in a church building or at the House of Prayer or at a conference of some sort to experience, learn about, and worship God--then we're in big trouble. My younger sister Emily actually posted an awesome Facebook status that sums up this point:
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