This book was reviewed on a Grace Brethren-oriented site some weeks ago, heartily recommending it. I was intrigued, because the title expresses exactly how I have felt from time to time over the past several years. The recommendation of the other reviewer was so strong that he even wished he had been the publisher. Therefore, I couldn’t resist and Amazon got a donation from me.
This would be the first Gordon MacDonald book I would read since the early 1990’s. Now I remember why I don’t read Gordon MacDonald.
Gordon MacDonald is well-known in evangelical circles for various reasons, some of those reasons actually being a catalyst to read the book. I supposed, in my naivete, that MacDonald was, perhaps, “asking for the ancient paths”, perhaps awakening to and decrying the identity-crisis postmodernism has wrought in the Church. Everything about the cover and the other reviewer’s recommendation said, “Buy it!” As you can see, I bought the book presupposing that it would agree with me. That same presupposition is why the other reviewer recommended it: he agreed with it.
It’s kind of like liver. I love the smell of liver while it cooks: everything about the aroma says, “This is an advertisement that the flavor will be twice as good as it smells.” But one bite and I know that liver was not on the sheet lowered down in Peter’s vision. Same with this book.
So here’s the nutshell of it. This book is essentially fiction from the imagination of Gordon MacDonald and his wife, both of who are old enough to be my parents. It recounts, in a first-person sense, a church that is in the midst of an identity crisis. The premise of the book is not the problem; the problem is the storied solution.
The book is a straw man. It is an imaginative narrative that lays out the already-tired notion that a vibrant church is a church that exists in a state of flux, needing to re-invent itself for the culture (or at least for that which is notionally cultural.) MacDonald’s story encounters all the typical, contemporary issues: the generational divide, the music, the church name, the sermons… he manufactures the arguments, the conflict, and the resolution ostensibly from his own experiences.
On page 146, Rick (a character) argues for changing the church name to make it more appealing to the community. He argues that the church name “ought to be designed primarily for people who are not professing Christians” and uses the church name “Scum of the Earth” as an example. He concludes that, “a church should consider changing its name about every ten years or so.” MacDonald leaves the reader with the impression that Rick is right.
Yes, we have the liberty to change the church name - and what a waste of time. My observation here is twofold: 1) The Church is supposed to be composed of, and is meant for, Christians. That’s why New Testament calls the Church “the household of faith“. The name of the assembly should reflect the Christians who gather there. Christians have been bought, and have been washed. We are not what we once were; we have a new and better name. Now, as Christ’s bride, we are not scum of the earth.
This reminds me of restaurants here in downtown Dayton that never last. People will start up these little cafes in a city that has no interest in going downtown to eat after the work day. They decorate the place, develop a “unique” menu, create a cool name (like “Blue Moon Cafe”) and then expect people to “come in”. But guess which restaurant remains profitable in downtown Dayton? Denny’s. (This is true.) Denny’s remains “relevant” while the others eventually go out of business in spite of doing all the “right things” and conforming to all the right “market research”. And that is what will happen to the church that spends its time and energy on the ideas Gordon MacDonald tries to promote in his story.
MacDonald’s story is almost an unabridged example of everything a local church is encouraged to do that has nothing to do with Jesus Christ and Him crucified. Church has become the little cafe where religious people do their little creative notions and hope they are as hip as the other church who was already doing it.
On page xix of the Introduction, MacDonald says this about himself,
“I was committed to pointing the church toward the outside world and getting it to see that the real action was what happened, not on Sunday in the church building, but between Sundays in the home, in the marketplace, in the school. There, not here, was where we would reveal the kind of Christ living in our hearts.”
That sounds good at first, but upon further consideration is obviously flawed on two counts: 1) Pointing the church to the outside world does not equip the church to evangelize the outside world. Rather, the pastor should be pointing the church to Christ. 2) Similarly, what happens on Sunday morning is infinitely more important than what happens outside the church building, because what will happen outside the church building is directly proportional to what happens inside the church building. Get that order wrong, and you end up with a Rotary Club, not a church.
Let me boil this down: If a pastor has a church of people, his charge is to shepherd those people. His charge is not to be looking toward the community and fashioning his church to market to that community. His simple, sole charge is to feed and take care of Christ’s lambs, the ones given to him, equipping them to go into the world and preach the gospel where they are or wherever God may order their steps to take them. The people, by the grace of God, should be bringing converts to the household of faith to be baptized, to sing psalms, hymns & spiritual songs, and to hear the Word of God. They should be doing this because they themselves have been pointed to Christ.
The conclusion of the book, around page 223, reveals the result that is characteristic of the humanitarian church. The story winds up thus:
“In the weeks and months that followed, we began to see strangers come through the door and find places to belong in our various ministry ventures. Most visitors…had his or her own adjustments to make as they came to understand the implications of following Jesus.”
Strangers? Ventures? Adjustments? Implications? Apparently these “strangers” do not have to become Christians. All they have to do is “make adjustment”. Just follow the logic here: the book starts out (as noted above) promoting the presupposition that the pastor should point people outside the church “where the real action was”. If that is true, why are strangers coming through the doors at the end of the story? Why aren’t people coming through the doors who were converted in the marketplace by church-goers who were being intentionally missional outside the church?
I’ll tell you why: it’s because everyone in this fictional church thought that “doing church” consisted of revamping the music, and changing the organization name. But even in this book it doesn’t play out because the logic just doesn’t work. In other words, the book makes no claim that Christians are increasing and maturing in the ranks of the local church because it can’t!