I have a lot going through my head as I write this, and it's a very emotional post for me as well, so bear with me. And when I say "Church," I mean the universal Church, not one specific church. My journey towards the cross has always involved a love/hate relationship with the Church. I went from being a Church-bashing atheist to a Church-bashing Christian to a Church-loving Christian, all within a five year span. In fact, once I started following God's call into ministry, I made it clear to everyone that I had no intentions of working in the Church. What I saw in the Church was what most outsiders see: hypocrisy, brokenness, betrayal, and downright nastiness towards anyone who wasn't part of the "in crowd," whatever that may have been. I've had a lot of friends, and even family, who looked to the Church to help heal brokenness, and instead, their spirits were crushed even further. That, along with a heart for the people who usually avoid church, made me frustrated with it to the point where I wrote it off.
Fast forward to my senior year of college, where I found myself talking with dozens of people my age, regarding their feelings towards the Church. They expressed the same sentiments as I did, but the more I processed their feelings as well as my own, the more I came to see the Church take on a human-like form, rather than being just a building. I saw the struggles towards purity, the joy of God's miracles, and the confusion of the unknown. I saw the Church as so much more than a body of people; I saw it as the Bride of Christ, as God's first love.
God cares so intently for His Church that, while we spend our days sinning and messing up, He's there for us with the gifts of redemption and grace. While we try to understand our faith in Him, He never lets go of His faith in us. As the identity of the Church started to unfold, I started defending the Church. I started trying to help redeem what sin attempted to destroy in my friends' minds, which is NOT an easy thing to do. After college, I applied at a UMC Church, and here I am, a year and a half later, still trying to understand my relationship with God's beloved.
I think God put that love for the Church in my heart before I left college so that I would be able to survive being on staff :) When you're a volunteer and someone has a problem with what you do, there's always someone on staff to bear the load with you. When you're on staff, that's not always true. And when you're on staff, the problems of the Church become magnified, because people expect you to "fix" them immediately, even if it's an issue that could take years to change. When you're on staff, people expect you to be Jesus, and they're disappointed when they realize you're as human as they are.
It's like being married- on your wedding day, your spouse looks amazing, probably the best they've ever looked; add a few years, a few kids, a few pounds, or a few whatever, and they may not look the same [well, they probably won't]. But you still love them anyway. You've shared joys and sorrows, you've fought and you've made up multiple times, and at the root of it all is that promise to stick by each other no matter what life may bring.
I wish I could say that I always see that commitment within the Church, that promise to see the best in each other and support each other through the worst. I know that's unrealistic though, because the Church is made up of fallible humans, and we're not good at honesty or love or integrity, thanks to a dumb apple and a convincing snake. To see a commitment like that means you have a congregation who's willing to work at it, because let's face it, just like any other relationship, it takes a LOT of work. You have to be willing to see it through, and it has to be your number one priority.
It's easy to see each other's faults. I could sit down and make a list of all the things I don't like about Church as a whole, and it would be a lot easier than making a list about the things I do like. The saddest part though is that I'd probably have more passion while making that list, too. It takes a genuine effort to see the good, and sometimes you have to search for it, but it's there somewhere. And a lot of times, this means setting
personal preference aside. Unfortunately, a lot of people [myself included] don't want to take the time to look for the good, because the bad is so much easier to see.
I've been praying a lot lately for the Church and its leadership, that we all would be able to see with the eyes of Jesus, to look for the good in each other and to work together as a team. It's such a hard thing to pray for, because it's so personal and it's a hard thing to have faith in when you have a history of hurt. But I know my God, I know how much He loves the Church, and I know how much He wants to see us succeed, and so I hold onto that hope I have that the Church IS good, that the Church CAN succeed, and that in the end, Christ WILL win. Love will win. Love will always win.
This was a really hard post to write, but I'm all about honesty, and this is where I'm at right now. I'm fighting for the Bride of Christ, I'm doing all I can to help her succeed, and I pray that God will be glorified in spite of our humanity.