There are two categories for self-identifying evangelical believers: disciple on a mission, or backslidden non-contributor. We all want to be part of the first group, and we fear we’ve slipped into the second group while we were watching our favorite tv show, or making lots and lots of money. (Or maybe you’re in the second group and you never really thought about it, which I guess is part of what qualifies you as a non-contributor). If you’re like me, you’re sort of flirting with the second group but you’ve always had an eye on the role of world-impacting disciple, and part of “keeping an eye on” requires staying in tune with the John Piper’s, David Platt’s and Francis Chan’s of the evangelical world. Those guys will regularly kick you in the pants and remind you how little faith you’ve been living with.
These guys also transfer to their listeners a certain level of Godly urgency. There are millions of street corners all over the world with no church… get busy planting. And at this point guys like me whole heartedly agree that somebody needs to get to planting those millions and millions of critical churches. Sitting safely in our already played out suburban churches won’t get that job done, no sir.
But let’s be real. I’m never going to go on a church planting crusade. I’ve never even started a club, or successfully mastered a new skill on my own time… because I’m a slacker. And as a slacker I like to talk about big ideas and critique the good hard work of other believers, but it pains me to my core to imagine the long steady labor of planting even a small community of new believers. I’d rather just chill, thank you very much. I’d rather cheer on those Type A personalities running around for the Gospel, while I casually travel the path of least resistance and most pleasantness. I’m not even trying to mock myself. I really really want to live in a world where I can contribute to the Kingdom of God at a slow pace and as efficiently as possible. Does God have a plan for people like me, the guys and gals who aren’t pulling ourselves up by our own bootstraps?
And that’s what this is, the home of Jesus followers who just want to chill. We love you missional organic church planter. We love you church anxiously re-inventing yourself for a new generation. We love you church conference hopper frantically taking notes on every session. But we will never be you, because that looks overly busy. I know this makes you look down on me, but is it possible that God made some people to plow forward productively, while he made others to stop and smell the roses?
In a world that honors the Martha’s, is there still room in the church for Mary’s? I’ll bet you love the Mary and Martha story, but you are just so sure Mary popped back into happy house maker mode the moment Jesus was done with his visit. But what if she didn’t? What if she was like that with every visitor, leaving Martha to clean the dust out of the corner while she just enjoyed the company? Is she still the hero of the story? That’s the theme I hope to tease out slowly over the life of this blog. Until then, just chill.