Elise: "Do you carry any PVC in a quarter inch?"
Employee : (who turns to me) "We carry only copper."
I nod knowingly, as if she always does my bidding.
Elise: "But wouldn't we need to sweat that to make it fit?"
Employee : (again, he turns to me) "You could, but you'd need some flux."
Nervous - I glance away, feigning a bored look that said, "Must we explain everything to her?"
Employee : (still looking at me) "How much do you need?"
Dan : "220, 221.." I sniff. "Whatever it takes."
Michael Keaton (in "Mr. Mom") is a personal hero of mine.
So last night, Burt, another friend named Chris, and I worked on the swing set. I felt like such an idiot. These guys worked fast. The way they whipped out the tape measure and cut and mounted and drove the screws into that wood with such authority was astounding.
And they could talk while they did it - in fact, they could even read each other's minds (e.g. "Burt, hand me that... deal.” And Burt would hand Chris a square - or a drill - or a saw - whatever "deal" happened to mean at that particular moment.) Good thing they couldn't read my mind. Because it was filled with thoughts like "Lefty loosey..." and "Who is Phillips?"
This isn't the only time I've felt like an idiot. It, of course, even happens to me at church - like the time I was attending New Community and Tom asked us to open our Bibles to the book of Jonah. Well I had forgotten my Bible so I had to borrow the paperback version from the stack in the back. And, in that version, Jonah (I later learned) fit all on one page. ONE PAGE out of 1341 some-odd pages. And that page happened to be stuck to another page. So I flipped back and forth, back and forth, back and forth... and I - for the life of me - could not find bloody Jonah and the whale and those crazy Ninevites.
Before I knew it, the general ruffling sound of a congregation collectively finding a passage had long passed and I was still flipping. And do you know how loud it sounds when you're the only flipper left? Well it's loud enough for people to notice that you're the last man flipping. Which people did, I'm certain of it. I could feel hundreds of eyes searing into me. I could sense their confusion and I felt their pity. It didn't help matters that my dear sweet wife poked me in the side and whispered, "How's it going... Senior Pastor?"
So I began to act like I DIDN'T want to find Jonah. As if Jonah were child's play and I was far more interested in, say, Obadiah - the one book that I could find. Ultimately, I had to break down and use the table of contents - a very helpful resource, I might add.
It's moments like these when I'm reminded, "Oh, so this is why people don't like church!" Because when they do come, they're inadvertently made to feel like idiots. Church idiots.
Fewer and fewer today people "get" our church lingo, our liturgies, nor do they know the secret handshake. According to Stephen Prothero, chair of Boston University's Dept. of Religion, "Half of Americans can't name any of the four Gospels, and that includes the Christians, and half don't know that Genesis is the first book of the Bible."In ever increasing amounts, the majority of people in our country did not grow up in the church and they did not win their Sunday School "Sword Fight" contests. In fact, in just the last 3 years the number of "unchurched" people has grown from 17% to 22% across the country. That's now one in five. Interestingly though, spiritual hunger remains at an all time high - an opportunity to which Jesus would smile, I think, and say: "the harvest is plentiful."
But here's the absolute tragedy: when they finally do brave the doors of a church - we pass out the dunce caps. They just sit there. They read their bulletin for the eighth time just to look busy. They meticulously follow the order of service - wondering if it will ever end. And, when the Bibles are opened, they lower their heads, fidget, and think "lefty loosey..." and "who is Jonah?"
God has commissioned Heartland (and I would argue, every church) to be a church that is for them. All 800,000 of them in our city. All 400 or so that entrust us with an hour of their time every Sunday. We are called to take the transforming truth of Jesus and translate it in such a way that makes sense, if not change in their minds, hearts, and lives.
So, thank God - literally - for such things as projectors and screens. Thank Him for a software called PowerPoint or Keynote that allows us to take the inerrant word of God - which is "...God-breathed, useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousne..."(2 Peter 3:16) - and illuminate it on a wall so that NO ONE misses it!!! So that no one feels like an idiot.
Now, of course, we ultimately hope that they'll pick up their own Bible and that they will learn how to find Jonah and, most importantly, encounter a living God. But, to start, we have to continually find new ways to share timeless the truths of Jesus. We have to find new ways to become better hosts and give our guests what they deserve: dignity.
Because no one wants to feel like an idiot and no one comes back when they do.
www.npr.org, "Understanding the Gospel According to Huckabee."
LifeWay Research; USA Today: "Faith found Outside Church" |