For most of my life, I have searched for church community that I could cherish. I once met someone who told me that the teaching wasn’t critical; rather, a church community mattered more. I disagree with such a notion that community is the most important factor to look out for. Yet like most people, I always longed to be part of a community of believers who cherished the word of God and endeavoured to treat it seriously. Alas, most of the communities I met were made up of nice earnest believers – but they were forgettable people nonetheless. I’ve now come to realise that my position of what is the most important thing is all the more true: that without the Word of God preached clearly and faithfully, we only become part of a community of people who are like ourselves. We like them the people around us because they are like us. They, like us, are frankly, forgettable.
Many of the churches I had been a part of did not put God’s Word at the forefront, even though the bible is filled with commands to listen, hear, consider. Even though the most important people were not kings and priests, but prophets. Why does it matter? It matters because our God is a speaking God. When hearing the unadulterated Word is not paramount in a church, what can we say about the community that forms as a result of that? The result is that when friendships are challenged, as they inevitably will, many walk away from the faith. When not centred upon God’s Word, belonging to an active and thriving community that we love can do very little indeed.
Look no further than the pandemic, which has almost served as a post-truth reckoning for many long-time Christians. Many who were once faithful and active have faded away, or have come to realise that they can be Christians and still be in the world, or so it seems. Many churches are in disarray, community life is destroyed. On the surface, this seems like unfortunate fallout of the pandemic. In reality, it is the gleeful work of the devil, of pastorates who do not see and insist on what the core of church is: a people who gather to hear the Word of God.
At the church that I grew up in, they used to say, “Christianity is not about rules and regulations, it’s a way of life.” I now see how dangerous that teaching is. Yes, when a group of people accept that this is how we decide to live, it sounds appealing. But such a community is built on accepted customs of what we collectively accept and reject. Individually, the idea of Christianity as a “way of life” is dangerous because it reduces following Jesus to habits and reflexes. Like developing a taste for only vegetables, or deciding to be an early sleeper and riser. None of the disciples that Jesus called to follow him were merely deciding on a certain way of living their lives. They were – at different points – stumped, rebuked, corrected, faced with impossible decisions. Following Jesus requires an active wrestling with the Word of God.
What’s the relevance to community then? The relevance is that unlike a “way-of-life” community, a community that treats God’s Word seriously looks markedly different. It is open and welcoming because it is not defined by customs, it is ever changing and ever challenged because God’s Word is received in different ways. It has a global and grand view of the Gospel, and of community. Belonging to such a community, one has the privilege of seeing how God’s Word works differently in the decisions of a widow, of two young parents, of a struggling single, a primary school student, and so on. In such a community is where we find unforgettable people – those whose lives emit the scent of a follower of Jesus.
Upon reflection, the past few years have simply been the best of my life simply because I’m rooted in a community that treats God’s Word seriously. Our pastors labour hard in presenting the Word as faithfully, struggling hard against temptations to put other things first. They ask our prayers that they will remain single-minded, focused on labouring in teaching and preaching (1 Tim). What is the result? The community is filled with unforgettable people. For the first time, I see people who leave the next step up to God – where shall I go? What shall I do, O Lord? Since I started going to church, I was serious about following Jesus, but that had always never interfered with where I wanted to be in life. In such a way, Christianity becomes my north-star, to get bearings when lost. Yet I barely am lost. I know what life I wanted to live. While my ambitions were unassuming, I still defaulted to the lifestyle and goals of the believers around me – many seeking to do well and prosper as a matter of course.
But living life and growing as a matter of course is simply the idea that Christianity is a “way of life”. That is a sad idea of what it means follow Jesus.
Over the school holidays, I had spent entire days with my pastors. Some unexpectedly, as a breakfast and a stroll turned to lunch and a movie, and then to dinner. We saw how they lived their lives, how they taught their children. Every part of their lives seemed to leave marks of Jesus’ Words. It turns the wisdom of the world on its head. Their young children are unlike others their age, and are sociable and thoughtful – far unlike how I was as a child. Our pastors struggle over big decisions and their implications for obeying Jesus. What would purchasing a house here mean for their ability to uproot, for their heart’s desire for security on earth. How would it financially tie them down and eliminate options to serve Jesus better? In witnessing our pastors’ families in such close quarters over the couple of years, I breathe in the scent they leave behind, the footsteps and marks of following Jesus.
These are unforgettable people not because of how crazed and fervent they are about Jesus. They are unforgettable because the knowledge of their debased nature is never far from their minds. They are like bear looking for honey, stubbornly going to where the Word is preached. They are like Mary, looking to do nothing than to sit at Jesus’ feet. They sin and confess, and ask for grace to grow. They critique the assumptions of the world ever so often – not because they are non-conformists – but because God’s truth is so active in their minds that the clashes and contradictions become apparent. I have never loved a community so much. Yet, it is not to be preserved.
Over the past few days, after I had been challenged about having a global perspective on sin and salvation, I choked when singing a part of a verse that went, “to live is Christ, and to die is gain”. I had difficulty seeing things that way in my present life. What was the best way to not waste my life? I found myself asking that question repeatedly. The preacher wanted us to go and to bring the gospel out. Out where? Out of our church! When I confided in the pastor’s wife, she wisely told me that the community couldn’t be an end in itself. In years to come, if there weren’t people leaving to bring the gospel to other places, that meant that there was something wrong with our community. It would mean that the community had become a group of friends who had now adopted Christian behaviour as a way of life. It would mean that we were not obeying God’s Word, obeying the call to go.
What bittersweet truth as tears welled in my eyes. I had longed for such genuine fellowship, a community who listened hard to God’s Word. I had found it. I cherished and loved it. We shed tears together, we strived hard together, we served and loved one another, and had difficult conversations rebuking one another. But God calls us to go, the Son of Man himself had not a fixed dwelling. He had to keep proclaiming the Gospel. His disciples went to where the Gospel was not heard. This is the paradox of such a fellowship. By it’s very nature, it must break. Yet though it breaks, they go forth with the aroma of Jesus on their heels. I shall never forget them.
Signing off,
Fatpine.
P.S. If ever you’re interested to read more about a Word-centred church, how is it different, and why it is critical to every believer, do take a read at this little book I wrote to my parents.