
I just finished reading
Who are You People? A personal journey into the heart of fanatical passion in America, by Shari Caudron.
I first heard an interview with the author on NPR the morning of August 6 while I was driving to Hemet, CA via backroads through areas that make you wonder if you passed through some time warp that was cleaverly disguised as a stop sign. I was on my way to preach about community to a congregation to which I did not belong. I was already feeling somewhat awkward about that, so my intent was to simply encourage them to value what they have (or at least potentially have) in the Christian family that we call church. From what I knew, they were a strong community.
The time with those brothers and sisters went well. There were many friendly folks and I even got some good heckling from a few of the musicians that I had been hanging out with before the service. I consider it a good time of preaching if folks are involved enough to start talking back. I spent some time speaking to a few good people after the service. One older woman cornered me because I refered to the area of Palestine (so that 21st century folks would know where I was talking about) but she said that there was no such place because God had given the land to Israel, where she had been 22 times and felt quite a connection with the people. This connection made her defensive enough of their geo/political boudaries to correct a visiting preaching in the desert town of Hemet, CA. Another man lived in Hemet there and taught in the town that neighbors mine, 1 hour away. The commute time makes it hard to experience close relations with the congregation, but he bought a house a few doors down from the church building to help facilitate what could be. Another spoke to me about how he and his family had moved there for a job that ended up falling through and how at some point they would move closer to their families in northern California. Everyone had a story that spoke volumnes about how they connect and who they are connected to - it was all about community. So I ordered the book as soon as I got home.
The book is all about community. People find community in amazing ways, mostly by gathering around some affinity group that is so narrow that you have to travel hundreds of miles to find 10 people who are passionate about the same thing. For some its collecting Barbie Dolls, for others its pigeon racing. The author's adverntures into these communites were packed with relational revelations as well as personal discoveries. She did not venture into the strange world that we call Evangelical Christianity. The only mention of church was when one woman's church community was not there for here when he son was killed (at the church), but her Barbie community scooped her up and cared for her. There were a few Christians: the woman who dressed in read and won all the trivia contests at the anual Mayberry Days gathering where the entire town of Mount Airy is converted to the small town from the TV show, and one lady at the Furry Convention who dressed like a jaguar and drew pictures of animals clothed and posed as human beings. I wonder what she would have though of the Evangelical Subculture. Her tolerance would probably have led her to be more accepting of it than I am. I feel about as out of place at a Christian festival as I would at
To Be CONtinued, the sacred pilgrimage from Star Trek fans.
I have two things to say, one negative and the other positive. Negative first.
My concern with Christian sub-culture community and these others is that they are so narrow. We have continued to pare ourselves so thin that we can relate to fewer and fewer people. We identify with others by nationality, class, education, taste and now some specific choice of passion. We use to think the Deadheads were freaks and now we've multiplied it to where each of us has our own unique clique where we belong. (Dick Keyes spoke about this at the L'Abri Conference in Long Beach, CA in 1998. The audio can be purchased
here, well worth the price)
My brothers this should not be! (to quote the apostle). No wonder we drive passed seveal thousand people to have dinner with someone just like us. What have we become and how do we get back to where the real human beings that live next to matter so little to us? They certainly matter to God and could be a source of great joy if we embrace them instead of driving on by.
Community does need to be smaller and we need to be ok with that. We cannot be friends with 1000 people. Get smaller and I think
Randy Frazee has it right. Move to another part of town if you have to so that life can be lived more deeply in a smaller circle by being in the same neighborhood as those seek to be close to.
Now, positively. Isn't the common faith in Christ an affinity connection for the church? The answer is an unqualified YES! We are each bound to one another by a common passion for Christ. We get together just to talk about Jesus. There is seldom a time when He is not part of our conversations. We are not collecting Jesus dolls like the Barbie folks (hopefully) but we are not any less passionate. Isn't that true? Shouldn't it be true? It is good for the overwhelming love for Jesus to be what clearly distinguishes our community from anyother. BUT, Christ must be the only affinity that binds us. The beauty of the church is that it transcends all the other niche relations that we humans create. So, I'm not for affinity, lifestage, or age-based groups within the church.
Passion unites unlikely people, as Shari Caudron has so clearly shown in her book. When passion for Christ unites believing people and overcomes the so-called "community" of affinity groups, the wisdom of God is manifest to the watching world.