In less than a month, I will have pastored with this church for a full year. And while the bulk of my ministry has taken place in small towns, this one is by far the smallest at around 500 people. As more farms are sold and more warehouses built, the good people of this small community sense that their very way of being is threatened. As a result, this is the kind of small town that prides itself for and wants to preserve those quintessential small town qualities: a sense of real community, people looking out for each other, friendly, a good place to raise kids, etc.
And this day, like most every other payday, I decided to walk to the bank to deposit my check… because that’s the kind of thing you do in a small town.
While walking along those few blocks, I saw someone I knew on the other side of the street. This is a person who left the church after stirring up a lot of trouble when they realized I (and others) did not actually ascribe to all the same political and theological commitments.
Anyway, they were in conversation with someone else, so I chose to simply smile and wave when they looked my way.
And here, dear reader, is what happened:
They saw my wave and started instinctually to return it —because that’s what you do in a small town. But when their hand got about 3/4 of the way into “wave position,” they recognized me, abruptly (and awkwardly) stopped stopped raising their hand to wave, and turned around immediately and walked away from both me and the person they had been speaking with.
Because of the distance, I do not know if there were words of goodbye shared by this once-member to that stranger-to-me. But their message to me was clear enough without words.
This was shocking—and not. It was hurtful—and yet I also found myself later laughing at the absurdity of it all. But it also reinforced something I’ve been sending for some time: we are not all following the same Jesus.
From earlier conversations with this person, I feel confident in positing that they not only felt justified by their faith in taking this action toward me, but that they felt that their faith mandated such a thing… that refusing even to wave at me is what Jesus required of them.
Which leads me to wonder:
- Who is this Jesus they profess?
- Where does he come from?
- What scriptures does one find him in?
- How does this bizarro-Jesus so easily get confused with the true one who is his polar opposite?
- And how do followers of the biblical Jesus resist this weaponization of their teacher, their scriptures, and their communities of faith?
Now, I have no doubts whatsoever that the church of the Jesus Christ of the Scriptures will continue in perpetuity, because it’s survival rests not with his followers but with its Lord. We have done our darndest to frack it up for the last 2000 years, and we have indeed done so repeatedly. And yet it persists. It persists both through us and in spite of us, and if that isn’t a testimony of resurrection, I don’t know what is.
I don’t know what the church of the Jesus Christ of the Scriptures is going to look like 20 years from now or 10 years from now. Encounters like this one, make me wonder whether I have any real idea what it will look like even two years from now. But I also know what true faith does not look like, and I know with the God of the Scriptures and his son Jesus Christ require of us: “To do justice, to love kindness, and to walk humbly with God” (Micah 6:8)… and to love your neighbor—and even your enemy—as yourself (Luke 6:27 and MANY others).