Early one steamy morning my husband and I were walking our dog around the common areas of our community. It was early enough that the lawn workers were out, mowing and weeding and beautifying, and as we walked along the circle, one of them paused mowing to let us pass. I thanked him, and asked him how he was.
“I want to quit!” He said.
“How long have you been doing this?” I replied.
“Three days. But I know I don’t want to do this the rest of my life. I think I might want to go to college.”
I asked him which college, and he quickly named a well-regarded college nearby. I offered that one of the young people from my church would be attending that college this fall.
He asked if I attended the church down the street, and I said, No, and I named my church (Grace) and where it was located.
Then he asked, “Is it a good church?”
Before I could say anything, my husband responded, “SHE’S the pastor!”
The young man looked surprised. “YOU’RE the pastor?”
Sometimes it is difficult to imagine that after all these years (women have been ordained for over 50 years in my denomination) people are still shocked that I exist. And yet, it’s not his final comment that reverberates; it’s his question: “Is it a good church?”
It made me wonder what a “good church” would look like to him. Maybe that’s why I hesitated to say “yes." I think that my church is good (after all, I’m the pastor), but in what way is it good? Would he think so? And even though I think we are “good” (whatever that means), I don’t think we are a perfect church. There are times that I am amazed by our love and generosity — I still remember the Spirit I felt when our congregation blessed our two high school seniors and gave them quilts that our quilters group made. On that day, I thought, “This is a great church!”
One of our newer members lives alone; when he had medical appointments, some of our other members gave him rides to and from the doctor’s office. And when the son of a friend of the congregation needed to get married over a weekend leave, members of the congregation made sure he and his fiancé were welcomed, and made the celebration happen.
When an older member of the congregation died suddenly, almost 30 members of the church attended her funeral, even though it was at another venue about forty miles away.
But, if I am honest, there are other moments too: times when someone (even me) said the wrong thing at the wrong time. There have been moments when the livestream failed, or the sermon fell short. The music isn’t always perfect.
But, what makes a church good? That’s what I am thinking about. I don’t know what this young man thinks. I don’t know if a good church for him is large, and has a band, or small, and has prayer groups. I don’t know if a good church for him is sure about everything, or leaves room for doubt.
For me, this is what makes a church good: a church that listens to the children and the shut ins. A church that hears the voice of God, in scripture, but also in outcasts. A church that practices forgiveness. A church that knows Jesus, and wants to know him better. A church that cares for one another, and for others. This church doesn’t need to be large, but there is always room for more.
What makes a church good?
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