• I know Dad will Come

    “How come you’re not scared, then?”, asked Bertrand, the young boy with an old-fashioned name, a pair of glasses, and a frown on his face.

    “I know my Dad will come help us.”, replied Isabelle, the young girl with brown hair, green eyes, and a light smile on her face.

    “But what if he doesn’t? You can’t be certain he’ll come, you can’t be certain he’ll even find us.”

    They were stuck near the top of an apple tree. They’d climbed up, and just as Bertrand had reached the top, with a helping hand from Isabelle, the branch he had stood on had snapped, and there was no way to climb down again safely. It was too high to jump, so the pair of kids was stuck sitting there for the time being.

    If it wasn’t for Bertie’s incessant frightened questions, thought Isabelle, it would actually be quite peaceful up here. They had plenty to eat, as the apples had just ripened.

    “Bertie, like I said, my Dad will come help us. I just know it.”

    Bertrand was not satisfied: “No, Isabelle, you can’t know that. Think through the facts- He may have to stay back at work, he may forget to think of us because he’s busy, he may commit a crime and get put in prison-”

    “My Dad wouldn’t commit a crime.”, said Isabelle.

    “Fine then! He may break his ankle and end up in hospital, or worse…

    “My Dad will come help us. So just relax, okay?”

    “How can I relax when I don’t have certainty???”, exclaimed Bertrand.

    He was thinking about just how dense Isabelle must be, for her to not understand that she couldn’t possibly know her Dad will come. The indignation that was bubbling up helped him to get distracted from his fear, so he kept going:

    “If one is to know something, one must have certainty. Even a child can understand that. Now to have certainty, the facts need to line up. And I have just pointed out to you how it is unlikely that they do, or will, and therefore, in conclusion, you cannot possibly know that your Dad will come help us!”

    “Are you finished?”, Isabelle replied with a gracious smile.

    “No! Besides, even if there’s nothing preventing your Dad from coming to help us, how do we know for certain that he even wants to?”

    “My Dad loves me. He will come help us.”

    “Ha! How do you know for certain that he loves you?”

    “I know it. When I think of Dad I have a warm yellow feeling in my chest, the world looks brighter, I feel peaceful, relaxed, and happy.”

    This struck a chord with Bertrand but he didn’t want to let on…

    “Ha! Feelings, shmeelings! I repeat, you don’t know for certain that he’ll come, you don’t know for certain that he even cares. We’re still stuck up this tree with no hope of ever making it back down again. Unless we jump and break our legs, which I personally do not wish to attempt. So will you finally admit that I am right?”

    “You’re scared, Bertie. That’s okay. We’re in a scary situation. But it’ll be okay. I know Dad will come and help us.”

    At this, Bertrand made a “humph” noise and turned away from Isabelle in an indignant huff.

    Several minutes passed like this.

    Then, Isabelle spoke:

    “I trust Dad. That’s why I know he loves me and I know he’ll come.”

    Bertrand didn’t turn around, but he suddenly did not feel like he was in the right quite so much anymore. He sat, gazed at the hills on the horizon, and contemplated. Then a thought occurred to him, a thought which he thought might still help him win his argument:

    “Fine then, you trust him… But has he proven without a shadow of a doubt that he is trustworthy? Can you know with certainty that he is to be trusted? I don’t think so.”

    Isabelle just smiled back at him for a while, generously allowing him to bask in the brilliance of his intellect. She knew, without the need to gloat about it, that wisdom is often of more value than intelligence. She was a remarkably wise girl for her age, or perhaps because of her age.

    After some time, she replied:

    “If I already knew for certain that he was trustworthy, then I’d never get the chance to give him my trust. I don’t need to know for certain, I just get to trust him. I trust Dad. That’s why I know he loves me and I know he’ll come.”

    And as she said those last words, Bertrand saw the figure of a man, rising over the crest of the hill, walking steadily towards them.

    The man waved at them from afar.

    Isabelle waved back. And so did Bertrand.

  • Belonging in Church

    Are you part of a church? Do you feel like you belong there?

    I’ve had the privilege and challenge of growing up moving from place to place, and this restlessness stayed with me even when I was an adult with the full scope of power over my life choices. I didn’t stick with any place, or group, or activity for very long. Church is a prime example.

    I have been an attendee at over 30 churches in less than 7 years of adulthood. That’s more than 4 different churches per year on average.

    There’s a difference between attending and being part of. But I actually wanted to be part of these churches (I didn’t count the ones I went to and never returned). As a believer, I know it is important to be around other believers, so church provides the opportunity to have a community around the faith, rather than keeping it an individual spiritual practice.

    Human beings need each other, this is a scientifically proven fact. It’s as much fact as fact can be, that is to say. Christians, though they are born again, and the old has passed away, and a new creation is at work within them, are no different. It seems that this aspect of Humanity is not one that will pass away when God’s Kingdom is here in full, but rather part of what makes Mankind in the image of God. The new Adam needs community just as the old did.

    In Genesis the Bible tells us that Adam was alone, and it was not good for Man to be alone. So back then, God made Eve, and Humanity became a Community, a Communion, a Union. A Unity. No one can be just himself. No one can exist by herself, without interdependence with other people. Certainly after one generation we’d all die out if that happened.

    Back to the churches, though. I was looking for community with others in the faith. But the issue is this: Churches are organisations. And organisations are not perfect, far from it, they often suck. And, on top of that, they’re made up of Human beings, who are also not perfect, and often suck. So churches are a recipe for disaster.

    For that reason, it wasn’t long before a church seriously let me down, or got something so horribly wrong that I didn’t want to be part of it. The News is evidence of how horribly wrong things can go in churches. Like anywhere else. Most pedophiles are not Catholic Priests, nor are most Catholic Priests pedophiles, and yet we know that some were, with horrific consequences. The organisation arguable enabled that particular strain of evil.

    So if church organisations can go so horribly wrong, or even just on a smaller scale let us down, what’s the point of them, and does that just mean that church is not perfect, and sucks?

    There’s a huge difference between a church and The Church.

    That’s why I’m attending church again, and am part of the community of believers. Because the Church is bigger than any organisation, and any individual fallible human being. So let me illustrate a little of what I know about it, and how it relates back to actually going and belonging to a church.

    Thanks to a beautiful couple of weeks surrounded by genuine believers, and the amazing experience of my brother’s wedding I learnt much. The wedding was a union between Man and Woman, like in Genesis. The sermon drew our awareness to the union of Christ with The Church, as Groom and Bride, and how this relates to what was happening on that day.

    The Church is a spiritual body, made up of all of Humanity that is being transformed towards what is Eternal. Anyone can be part of that, by choosing to be identified with Christ- a believer is after all, becoming a part of the Church, which is the Bride of Christ. You can’t do that without being identified with Christ. The Church as the community of all believers, is the presence of the Kingdom of Heaven on Earth, the Kingdom of Heaven is made up of all that is Good and Beautiful and Right and of Eternal value.

    The Bible is full of imagery of Light and Darkness. God is Light. One day God, who is the only eternal being, who always was, is and will be, will be all there is. In other words, there will be no more Darkness- dark is everything that is not Good, is Evil, twisted, Wicked, wrong, Bad, truly Ugly, cancer, Sin.

    Darkness is not a thing, it is the absence of a thing, the absence of Light. And right now, it’s all around us. In fact, as I’m writing this, it is in the words of a house guest that I can overhear. But one day, all that is dark within us and in the World will be filled with Light and cease to exist.

    Now God is Light, obviously, but how do we get to be part of that, in a world that is full of a strange mix of light and dark? Where the Good is tarnished by a cancerous Evil that speckles the Light with blots of Darkness.

    Again, enter the Church. Jesus came, Jesus was the Light. Jesus said, where one or two of you are gathered in my name I will be with you. So the Light is among us when we are in community with each other in Jesus’ name. The Holy Spirit is amongst us. There can only be a Spirit if there is community, more than one person, because a spirit is something that exists between beings. There can be a spirit of fear, a spirit of despair, a spirit of excitement, or in fact The Holy Spirit.

    Feel free to argue with me on some narrow-minded (or otherwise) theological dispute here, you may have guessed that I don’t subscribe to a particular rote-learned theory of how God works. I probably won’t argue with you, you’re probably right, it doesn’t matter. But if you’re willing to use your imagination and glean what you can from what I’m describing and not be threatened by it, then you may find it enriching, without a need to be right. We all see darkly now, and one day we’ll see clearly. Again, if there’s Light everywhere how could it be different?

    So if The Holy Spirit is amongst us when we gather, and are in community, (a believer in relationship with Jesus is also a community, but more so when several believers are united). Light is amongst us. It lives amongst us. The Light lives in and through the Church. They are inseparable.

    So we as “individuals” can be part of this body, this spiritual thing, the Church, the Bride of Christ. We can make our home there, we can belong there.

    I had a mental image (would we call it a vision? I don’t because it seems wrong), I had a mental image of a warm, bright orange glow, a giant dome of golden light, which contained the Kingdom of God, the Church. I got to live inside of it, and feel just how special, and lovely it is to belong there. I also realised that it was my choice whether my home is within this Warm Yellow Light, what I suspect is The New Jerusalem of the Bible. It is our choice to make our home within its inviting, homely, glow, and to live within the Blessings, the reassurance, the comfort, the thrill, celebration, excitement, beauty, nourishment of this Kingdom. OR, just as I have done with churches, we can make our homes outside of it, and only duck inside for a visit when we really need to refuel our own light.

    Well, the Light of the Kingdom of Heaven, the Church, is going to exist for ever, because it is in an inseparable Union with the Eternal Himself, with Jesus, who is God. Our lights are fickle and dim, a glimmering candle. Now, we can just pop in to the fireside to relight our candle occasionally, or we can take a seat around the fire with Jesus, and be part of the community.

    It is unquestionably good to be part of The Church.

    But what about churches?

    Well, believers gather in churches.

    Wherever believers gather in Jesus’ name, The Church exists.

    So The Church exists in a lot of churches. Not all, because it is also possible for believers to gather in the name of other things, and not in Jesus’ name.

    But it’s a great place to start, if in fact real community, real relationships with other believers are what we’re looking for.

    Those relationships are where The Church becomes part of our day-today experience.

    Now for me this means, I will be looking for a church that I can be a part of for a long time, because that would mean more consistent relationships with other believers. But I’m also not freaked out about needing to belong to a church, because I belong to The Church.

    That doesn’t mean I get to be passive. That would suck anyway. Far from it, if my home is The Church, then I can’t get away from it. I don’t want to. So wherever I meet a believer, or even just a Human being with a spark of eternal light within them, there I am called to support this person, and the eternal light within them, as a brother or sister.

    And when I go to a church I am also going to The Church, because I know it will be there, if I go in Jesus’ name.

    That seems like a good place to end. Thank you for reading, I’m sure you can subscribe to this blog somehow should you wish.

    I hope to see you in The Church.

    Johannes