A Six Generation Church

Trees are remarkable creations.  Their roots dig deep into whatever soil they find themselves inhabiting, seeking out water and nutrients, spreading far and wide to grab hold of Mother Earth to hold steady whatever weight they must bear.  The trunks are solid and round, thickening with each year of life, showing the beautiful signs of age and experience, supplying support for new branches and buds while at the same time transferring resources up and down the tree.  The branches reach skyward, ever expanding, ever seeking the light and warmth of the Sun.   From the branches spring forth leaves, flowers, and seeds, each one bright, supple, and fruitful, all the while collecting nutrients from sunlight and air, constantly sharing its joy with the rest of the body.

For just as the body is one and has many members, and all the members of the body, though many, are one body, so it is with Christ.   For in the one Spirit we were all baptized into one body—Jews or Greeks, slaves or free—and we were all made to drink of one Spirit.”  (1 Corinthians 12: 12-13)

Can you imagine the roots living without the trunk, or the leaves surviving without the branches?  Each part of the tree, from the deepest root to very tip-top, is essential and interconnected.  Aesop told a fable about a bunch of grapes boasting how far superior they were to the vine.  How do you think that ended?  We know, my friends, that each part is necessary for the whole to have life and to live into God’s abundance.

Indeed, the body does not consist of one member but of many.  If the foot would say, “Because I am not a hand, I do not belong to the body,” that would not make it any less a part of the body. And if the ear would say, “Because I am not an eye, I do not belong to the body,” that would not make it any less a part of the body.  If the whole body were an eye, where would the hearing be? If the whole body were hearing, where would the sense of smell be? But as it is, God arranged the members in the body, each one of them, as God chose.”  (1 Cor. 12: 14-18)

Long have we admired and praised the Almighty for this creative blessing called a tree that points us to the nature and nurture of God.  Long have we given thanks that a living entity  as simple and solid as a tree provides beauty, air, food, shelter, and sustenance for so many of God’s creatures.  Long have we borne witness that this significant congregation is much like one of God’s amazing trees.

Now you are the body of Christ and individually members of it.  And God has appointed in the church first apostles, second prophets, third teachers; then deeds of power, then gifts of healing, forms of assistance, forms of leadership, various kinds of tongues.  Are all apostles? Are all prophets? Are all teachers? Do all work miracles?  Do all possess gifts of healing? Do all speak in tongues? Do all interpret?  But strive for the greater gifts.”  (1 Cor. 12: 27-31)

One of our gifts is that First Christian Church of Decatur is a six generation church.  We may boast (in a humble sort of way!) that we are richly blessed to have Builders, Boomers, Busters (aka Generation Y), Bridgers (aka Generation X), plus teenagers and children whose eras are too new for a label (Generation Google?).   Some of us were born over nine decades ago; one child among us made her earthly appearance in July.   Some of us were dedicated, baptized, and married here.  Some of us heard here a call from God to be servant leaders.  Some of us uttered our first words in church.  Today Madeline is almost three; her first word that we heard spoken aloud was in church during a Children’s Sermon.  A microphone broadcast her sweet voice saying, “Amen!”

“God has so arranged the body, giving the greater honor to the inferior member,  that there may be no dissension within the body, but the members may have the same care for one another.  If one member suffers, all suffer together with it; if one member is honored, all rejoice together with it.”  (1 Cor. 12: 24b-26)

People tend to gravitate to their own generation for social interaction and support.  We often feel most comfortable with our own age group; we seek out our peers because we share a deep sense of commonality; we can relate.  There is purpose and meaning in fostering such a network.  However, life would be really, really dull if everyone was our own age.  Are you like me, appreciating the moments when we find our self in situations where we encounter people gathered together who are in various stages of life?  Where can you go today and feel both welcome and at home while rubbing shoulders with six generations? A family reunion comes to mind.  A packed baseball stadium often has folks from one to ninety.  How about First Christian Church of Decatur?!

“If all were a single member, where would the body be? As it is, there are many members, yet one body.  The eye cannot say to the hand, “I have no need of you,” nor again the head to the feet, “I have no need of you.”  On the contrary, the members of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable, and those members of the body that we think less honorable we clothe with greater honor, and our less respectable members are treated with greater respect;  whereas our more respectable members do not need this.”  (1 Cor. 12: 19-24)

One of the many fine fruits produced by this six generation church is a spiritual ethos of healing, helping, and hoping.  First, members and friends find healing here, whether they are embraced in the community for a week or an eon.  Further, we are helpers.  Participants are connected to God and one another and sent forth to help, to make a difference in the world.  Finally, we experience hope.  This hope is from Christ above and within; it is grounded in knowing that here you are respected and recognized, called to serve, and empowered to do so.  This hope is encouraged by the permission-giving practice we have worked so hard and faithfully to make real and alive, each member of the body cheering on one another. These are amazing fruits of the Spirit.

“…strive for the greater gifts. And I will show you a still more excellent way.” (1 Cor. 12: 31)

Like the stately trees around us that dig deep into the ground, establish trunks that hold steady the foundation, grow new branches that point to the light, and show off leaves that clap and wave for joy, we pray that this blessed congregation may continue to work and serve as One Body, Many Members, united in Christ, forever pointed toward the Light.  Surely six generations united to serve is a more excellent way to be and share the Good News of Jesus Christ.

As always, First Christian Church, I am delighted to be your pastor.  Shalom, James L. Brewer-Calvert

You Forgave and I Won’t Forget

Mumford and Sons is one of my favorite bands.  Check out these lyrics and you’ll see why:

I came home like a stone
And I fell heavy into your arms
These days of dust which we’ve known
Will blow away with this new sun
And I’ll kneel down
Wait for now
And I’ll kneel down
Wait for now
So break my step and relent
You forgave and I won’t forget

Forgiveness lives on and on.   We never, ever forget when someone forgives us.  The gift of forgiveness that we receive lives forever.  “You forgave and I won’t forget.”

Yes, it is true that we remember all too well the times and experiences when we goofed and messed up, erred and strayed.  They say that God takes our confessed sins and tosses them far out into the ocean, and then posts a sign that reads, “No fishing.”

The promise of Easter is that death has lost its sting, as has sin.   There is life after life, and there is life after the errors of our ways.  Neither death nor sin shall have the last word, the last say, or make the last point.  Being a victim or victimizer does not mean all is lost or that life is over and done.  The Good News is that no matter what our past, God and God’s people are fully committed to changing our present for the sake of the future.

Consider what Lewis Grizzard witnessed in church.  The late Grizzard is one of many great southern writers.  Go ahead and talk about the books of William Faulkner and Alex Hailey; share with a friend what you think of the plays by Tennessee Williams and the poetry of Maya Angelou.  When you list fine writers of the south, please be sure to remember the columns and books of Lewis Grizzard.  He often wrote about his years of growing up in Moreland, Georgia.  In one of his columns he shared that one day he found himself standing outside the church which was so dear to his childhood.  He said:

“Church was about all we had.  Sunday School was at 10, but preaching was only twice a month.  We shared sermons and preachers with another flock down the road. Sunday evening was MYF (Methodist Youth Fellowship).

“We had a couple of rowdy brothers in town that broke into a store.  They were juvenile offenders.  Their punishment by the judge was to attend MYF for six months.  First night they were there, they beat up two fifth graders and threw a Cokesbury Hymnal at the lady who met us and always brought us cookies.  She ducked in time and then looked them squarely in their devilish eyes.  Soft as the angel she was, she said, ‘I don’t approve of what you boys did here tonight and neither does Jesus.  But if he can forgive you, I guess I’ll have to.’ She handed them a plate of cookies.  And the last I heard, both are daddies with steady jobs and rarely miss a Sunday.”

In the everyday patterns of life, the need for forgiveness is always present.  Here at First Christian Church of Decatur we recognize that our call to a life of love is a call away from certain kinds of behavior.  It is a call out of darkness and into light. This call to new life in Christ is both urgent and powerful. This call is urgent because every moment counts; it’s powerful because it connects us to the holy and one another.  Why wait for tomorrow to forgive your neighbor?  Why put off committing yourself to Jesus Christ and his Church?  Don’t delay!  Love those in your midst today.  Your act of forgiveness will not be forgotten.

As always, First Christian Church of Decatur, I am delighted to be your pastor.  Shalom, James Brewer-Calvert