Today I was on tv. (If you are on a tv show that less than 500 people will ever see, does it count? I say yes.)
Here is the back story. A local high energy Malden woman (You would love her. Hi Karin.) is throwing an event where on one Sunday afternoon the city will be invited to do 15 minute tours of the houses in worship here in Malden. Since we don’t ‘have a church building’, we don’t fit too easily in their plans, but she was gracious enough to invite us anyway. And then, for some reason, she chose us and 2 other communities to be on a local tv show. Not sure why I got the call…
But I went.
It wasn’t an easy decision. I am against polytheism in all its forms, and events like these are basically polytheistic pep rallys. “Religion/spirituality/faith are all really the same thing, whatever your preference is doesn’t matter, it’s a better world if we all are a part of the faith community of humanity in some way, blah, blah and blah.” It is fascinating to me, but millions believe this to be truth. What is so ironic is that it is a narrow, specific, particular truth claim that disguises itself with the inclusive sounding name of universalism.
But we also love our city deeply, are constantly in prayer that God would extend grace to many here, and do not want to miss an opportunity to lift up the person and work of Jesus whenever we can, especially on television if given the opportunity. And so we went seeking to love our neighbors and be like Jesus and give voice to His Gospel.
Some reflections on the show…
1, for whatever reason, I have been given the Barack Obama/Rob Bell gift. (Not on their level, but same gift.) It is the gift where, almost no matter what you actually say, 90% of people respond by saying, “Wow, what a great communicator. I really connected with him. I could listen to him all day.”
This gift is both a blessing and a curse.
It is a blessing because God indeed gifts people to be His preachers, and while content is king, he condescends to us in giving us people who can communicate that content in ways we can receive. This is an undeserved, incarnational grace He has given to sinners. In every generation and nation he contextualizes His offer of salvation through indigenous, gifted preachers, so that people can respond and be saved.
It is a curse because sometimes people can be so mesmerized by your delivery that they cannot ‘hear’ the content. It is a curse because you can draw big crowds while communicating heresy really coolly. It is a curse because people will not stumble over the Gospel you preach because its package is so palatable… ‘but he was such a good communicator.’
Case in point was that there was a gracious guy from the Unitarian Universalist church (Hi Joe, good to meet you) that is a community that preaches the all-religions-are-equal and we’re-all-just-fine-in-the-end gospel. Joe said to me after the show, “I love your message.” I said, “Really?” I was honestly surprised me. How can he love my message? I talked about the person and work of Jesus for sinners, about how my Morrocan neighbors and I disagree on truth and Scripture and God and the meaning of life, about how I long to see people converted to faith in Jesus. All of these convictions should be offensive to a UU guy. Joe should have been in a fistfight with me: I was calling into question everything they assume to be true at his parish. But he loved my message because I talk well. This is scary to me.
2, our Morrocan friends know the real deal. They are willing to be a part of these ecumenical gatherings because it is bringing a legitimacy to their organization. But they are not buying the ooey-gooey all faiths are equal stuff. Their eyes lit up when I spoke of how I extend grace to my neighbors even though I disagree with their faith claims and want them to see the light of the Gospel of Jesus. They get that disagree part. They want the world to be Muslim, every last one of us submitting to Allah and the Koran. They are not pretending that we’re both right. I appreciate that.
3, I cannot believe the grace that has been extended to me. I said something like, “Look. I am the last dude who should be leading the planting of a church. I am a 30 year old white American who grew up on South Park, Saturday Night Live, the Simpsons, and every other secular, sacrcastic, skeptical show. My government school taught me that I evolved from a monkey and that man was the measure of all things. I should be sleeping late and playing basketball on Sundays. I should not be anywhere near a ‘church.’ But the good news of Jesus and His Gospel and His truth changed my life. Religion is not interesting to me, but the life, joy, peace, and forgiveness that were poured out on the cross, that is a totally different story.” Thank you gracious Father for throwing my eyes open to see.
I love the cities just-north-of-Boston. I weep that church after church has nice architecture and organs but no people because Jesus was thrown out long ago. God is justified in ‘extinguishing the candles’ of these churches. But judgment is never the end of His story. Grace inevitably follows. May God raise up 2 new Spirit-empowered, Jesus-centered, Gospel-embracing churches for every 1 that dies.
Many we be one of the millions.