Reimagining Church, Holy Discontent

I've been reading this book called Reimaging Church by Frank Viola. He explains and convinces me how today's image of the church has strayed too far away from the original image of the New Testament church. The picture of the New Testament church is that of community and relationships. They met at homes, shared meal or the real Lord's Supper which is composed of a hearty banquet eaten with reverence to the Lord's work. Each house church is small enough to do the Bible's one-another commands. One-anothering as he calls it. And when time comes that the group becomes too large, they just simply divide into groups and meet in different homes thus making the movement larger and more influential. This is the picture of the NT church. Today's church owes its image to the West--as a business enterprise, where the pastor is the CEO, volunteers are the employees, the congregation are its customers and evangelism is a marketing strategy to make the enterprise bigger.

The church needs a desperate make-over. How can we do church without putting premium on relationship building? How long can I endure the pain of seeing people come in and go out of the church unfazed, barely impacted by church life when the church are made up of living stones--a living organism that thrives with life? A body that does not foremost blesses itself but pursues the pleasure of the head which is Christ. 

Viola likens church today as to the temple of Chronicles and Kings in contrast to the Exodus' tabernacle. When the Spirit of the Lord is on the move, Moses just unpitch the tabernacle and follows where the Lord takes them. This is the picture of early church--humble, lowly... temporal in a sense that they see themselves as aliens of this world. But as the temple was built, it was as good as the presence of the Lord that dwelt in it. But when the presence moves out because of their sin it's as worthless as an empty shell. Moreover, they didn't notice that the Spirit was already gone, the truth is that, the Spirit was a non-essential to their hollow rituals and traditions. Have we become an empty shell and have become calloused, insensitive now to the leadership of the Holy Spirit just like the temple of a disobedient nation?

This realization hurts when it affects people closest to you. When you bleed for your old people because they are in search of life, for someone to reach out and to reach out to, for real friendships and not just church acquaintances. Someone to share their life with, their struggles, their pain and their dreams. Who is willing to listen to them? It ignites in me a holy anger--holy discontent.. a passion. I don't want them to just fade away into shadows but let their lives a living testimony and a legacy. 

I have this idea in holy frustration that for sometime perhaps a month or two we should just stop "church" and just begin to meet in small groups and do one-anothering. After all, if we strip it all to the basic essentials, these things are important--Christ's headship, relationships/one-anothering, impacting one's oikos and community-- a journey of broken pilgrims enroute towards the image of the bride destined for the Bridegroom. 

Lord, may I see it with my own eyes.

Me @ 27

In a nutshell ...

  • Had dinner with my parents, Netty, bro Lawrence & Zarah at Gumbo in MOA. By the end of the dinner, at the signal of Netty, the Gumbo crew presented me with a birthday sundae and a birthday song and dance number to my embarassment because of too much attention.
  • Most of the gifts I received were chocolates. I love it!
  • Received lots of birthday greetings from family and friends. Thank God for all of them. I am loved and valued.
  • On Saturday the three Firebrands Carecells made a suprise and gift of encouraging messages for me. We celebrated with overflowing pizzas.
  • Netty bought me a shirt a new shirt and pair of skinny jeans that I thought makes me look thinner and I love it!
  • Next Saturday the celebration continues as we celebrate the September celebrants in YA in a local pasta place.
  • At 27, I have come to a realization that I am already a (young) adult. Unlike 26 when I felt I'm still youth. Though of course I will be forever for the youth.
  • At 27, I feel that I am so blessed--for everything that I have gone through, my experiences and the people who I met in my journey and continues to walk behind, alongside and before me. Blessed that He started a good work in me and excited that He has more things in store, He is faithful to finish what He has started in me.
  • At 27, I am waiting for the next chapter in my life to unfold ...

Day in the Life - The Day I Wade in the Flood

This morning I thought it will be pain going home tonight and it did because of the storm's after effects. An hour and a half through my last class, the admin has announced that classes are suspended according to CHED. It was like 6:30PM, and CHED decides to dismiss the class--way too late I thought. So hurrying out to school, I went to the usual bus stop along Ayala Buendia--no sign of any bus. I looked to Buendia and the traffic IS NOT moving. So I decided to WALK to LRT station. I thought I might arrive earlier than those who were on the traffic. So I started walking, and it was raining. When I reached Chino Roces-Buendia, the flood water was higher--ankel deep. But I was able to manage to skip here and there with my shoe still relatively dry. But when I arrived at Osmena Highway, the floodwater was worse. Worse that there are already pedicab drivers making most of the situation, taking stranded people from one side to the other on their padjaks for a special fee. So from Osmena I started to walk on the middle of the road along with other people because the middle road was still walkable. Past Osmena, and a few more blocks, flood water again, it was a deadend. People were like huddled into this little islands where we can't get off except to wade through the water. I wanted to go home NOW. So moving aside, I took of my shoe and socks which is by now soaked wet (Ack!), pulled up my jeans and started wading into the water. Last time I remembered walking through the flood was when I was just a kid when we use to play and shower in the rain. But things are different now, for one, the water is dirtier. I just tried to keep my mind of the things that could be in the water. All the while I was singing songs to myself. A few more minutes I could see the LRT lights on the horizon and the flood is receding. So I put wore my wet shoes again, put the socks in my jacket pocket and walked the last leg. At last I have arrived, first thing I had to have was rubbing alcohol. Went in Mini-stop, the alcohols are all gone. Second attempt I got one. Washed my hands and headed to the LRT station which was a nicer travelling experience. After tonight I have set a new record to myself, I have finally walked from Buendia Taft to Buendia Ayala.

I remember a witty remark by stand-up performer Demetri Martin that said, "When on water, you can know if you're in trouble by what you are wearing: If trunks, you're good ... if pants uh-oh!"

There is Life in The Word

I am always amazed with the power of God's Word to lift up, to encourage, to breathe life to a weary soul. How the power of God's presence, how singing praises in worship of the King breathe in God-life into me. Lord, thank You for upholding my spirit.