Is your family weird?
Yeah, mine too.
Isn’t it true that just about everybody’s family is weird, maladjusted, manipulative or downright crazy at some time in some way? So, how is it that we wax poetic about the church being a “family” and somehow expect that that means everyone in our romanticized version of the church “family” will always behave well, act compassionately and conduct themselves appropriately because, after all, it’s a family. In our heart of hearts, we know this does not make any sense, and I suspect that part of the truth is we look to our church to provide us with the love and tranquility we thought our own family should have provided, but did not. The problem with this is that when the church begins acting like a true family with all its flaws and foibles and faults, then we are doubly disappointed and even angrier than when our actual family lets us down, because we expected people of God to do better.
When I was a kid, before I ever considered going into the ministry, I grew up in a lovely church where the people, by and large, seemed friendly enough, even to a little kid. It was a gorgeous sanctuary and I was raised on the stories of how my Grandmother and Grandfather met in those very pews, and what it was like when my Mom and Dad were married there. In many ways, it was an idyllic place to spend Sunday mornings.
Until… a group within the congregation decided the pastor should just go away. He had worn out his usefulness, they claimed, and the church needed to give him his walking papers. Others in the congregation, of course, believed that the current pastor was “a gem”. So maybe he wasn’t the most exciting preacher in the world, but he was good to them when they were sick or grieving. They believed Reverend J. should stay.
The year I took confirmation class at age 14, the disagreement came to a head. I remember sitting with a confirmation friend in the sanctuary as people we had known and respected all our lives began screaming at one another about what to do with the Reverend, as he stood in the front humiliated. The usher who always called me by name every Sunday morning and made sure I had a bulletin of my own, stood up red-faced and shouted at the individual who was running the meeting. Someone else, popped up out of their seat — my old second grade Sunday school teacher — she swore and stormed out of the church and we never did see Mrs. Smith again.
My friend and I were flabbergasted to see these normally calm, lovely people behave so abominably.* I was dismayed and disillusioned. I though the church couldn’t act like this. It was a family, after all. Peace and respect should abound in God’s family, right?
However, it did not. The senior pastor was meanly and mercilessly forced to resign with more rancor than was necessary, and the congregation was shaken to its foundation by the incident. In retrospect, I think most of them knew enough to be ashamed of their behavior. I believe that somewhere deep inside, they knew Reverend J wasn’t a bad fellow, just not what they wanted. But to treat him so brutally and send him away so incredibly wounded was unfair and unnecessary. How could a family treat one of its members this way?
Yet, over the years, I have realized that Norman Rockwell’s’ version of family life is pretty to look at but completely unrealistic, even when we’re talking about the “Body of Christ.” The way my church family acted is exactly the way actual families so often act. We hurt each other and disrespect each other. We abuse one another in myriad ways. We are astoundingly unforgiving and without compassion for the least little struggle another family member might have.
So the truth is, that the church is a family – yes. But not in that romanticized, idealized way. For better or worse, the church is a typical family unit: We love each other the best we know how and sometimes we’re terribly clumsy about it, and oftentimes, we fall short of a heavenly existence together.
Two lessons come to mind. First, if we expect a church family to be a Norman Rockwell portrait, we set ourselves and our children up to be bitterly disappointed. Secondly, as church members we need to be aware of how our words and actions impact the children and teenagers in our midst. Seeing a church family meltdown can scar a young believer, or believer-to-be, for the rest of their lives. Can’t we do better than that?
* The belief that church should do better than this is one of the things that drove me into the ministry.
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