Last night we met with our faith community for a unique evening.
We had a guest, Kevin from Mars Hill Café in Australia, and participated in a lo-fi video project he is working on. The project is meant to catalog people’s experience with traditional church, the joys and pains, victories and sorrows, and to spark discussion about alternative ways of being the church in our time and place.
As we took turns sharing our stories for the camera, a conversation began to develop. People shared their hearts, their dreams, their frustrations, and the ways they have come to find their place in our community.
It turned out to be one of the most exhilarating, thought provoking, life-giving, honest, and challenging spiritual experiences I’ve had in a long time.
And in the course of the conversation I realized something – this community has been church for me for three years, but whatever reason I’ve not allowed myself to fully acknowledge that.
Not because I don’t value it, I do, but because I’ve told myself it isn’t really “church”.
I wonder why.
Yes, it’s technically a ministry of a local church (which I respect but don’t attend), and yes it meets on Thursday night not Sunday morning. But so what?
Why do I tell myself “this doesn’t count”?
This community has been their for me through some of the best and worst times of my journey, it’s the place I find life and the people I do life with, and even when I worked for another church it was this community that fueled my growth, pastored me, and shaped my walk with God.
So why don’t I just acknowledge it?
This is church, and it counts.


I want to try something a little different today, and I hope you might take part in it.

