Posts Tagged ‘Welcome’

I meant what I thought I said…

Thursday, July 21st, 2011

I grabbed lunch at Subway today (Gail had work to do at home and I didn’t want to interrupt her). They have an amusing sign on their door, “We do not except checks.” It’s an understandable mistake, but amusing just the same.  I think what they mean is, “Don’t try to write a check for your lunch.” But what they said was, “We will take a check as payment because we don’t except them as a form of payment.”

It happens, doesn’t it.  We think we’ve said one thing and instead we’ve said the opposite. We think we’re saying “I love you” when in reality we’re saying, “I love me.” We think we’re communicating and instead…well, it’s either not getting through or not making sense.  It happens. And sometimes it’s amusing. Unfortunately, sometimes it’s not.

We want to say, “God loves and accepts all people.” We end up saying, “God loves people like me.” We want to say, “Any sin can be forgiven.” Instead, we communicate, “Except the sin for which you are guilty.” We would like to communicate, “All people are welcome at our church.” We end up with, “If you look and sound and smell and dress like us, we’ll welcome you.”

I wish people just knew what I meant…and were not limited to what I actually said.

echoes of a little church…

Friday, April 15th, 2011

It’s both encouraging and frightening. It’s testimony to the power of acceptance and the power of story. It captures the past and impacts the future.  What is it?  It’s the story of a church with a powerful love for those who don’t know Jesus.

A good friend who lives and works in Poland just posted this note on my Facebook page: “adam szumorek recently spoke to our staff about a “young man who walked into a church with cut-off jean shorts and no shirt. apparently his name was chuck. greetings from poland. . . :) ” Yep, that’s me.  But it’s not about me.  It’s about a small church with a big heart.

I’ve told that story all over the world in the hopes that it would compel believers to be as accepting and open to others as that church was to me. I mean, who would have thought that the kind acceptance of a little church in a town of 400 people in southwest Idaho could possibly influence churches in Poland and beyond?

I believe we are that kind of church. I believe we can change the spirit and dreams of another young man or woman. I believe that in fifty years there’ll be a story told of someone coming to faith, here, that will be influencing generations in other places of the world.

No need to be a stranger

Friday, January 14th, 2011

I couldn’t quite make out what the cup said, but it was something like, “No need to be a stranger.”  If the Starbucks cup didn’t say that, it should have.  It’s a great sentiment.  It’s how I feel about our congregation.  It’s what I want to say to all the folks who don’t go to church anywhere.  “There’s no need to be a stranger.”

We do a great job of helping people not feel like strangers. I get told that repeatedly.  And that’s great because it fulfills the Biblical image of hospitality. God is a lover of strangers and that’s what we’re called to do as well.  We don’t judge people, we don’t ignore people’s issues, nor do we communicate that changes isn’t expected…but we do accept people as they are.  If we can accept them in the fashion God accepts them, change can occur.  In fact, change will occur.  If we fail to accept them–to love strangers–we doom them to think God won’t accept either.

There’s “no need to be a stranger.” I look forward to more folks feeling at home at Madison Park. Let your friends and co-workers know.  They are welcome here too.

Reentry…

Wednesday, November 10th, 2010

Saying good-bye is always hard for me.  I would like it to be as simple and painless as possible.  A big closing circle with comments and instructions followed by prayers in many languages (that part’s really good), and then hugs and pictures, isn’t a simple and painless experience.  A good one…but not simple and painless.  I miss my European friends–I learn from them–I’m challenged by them.

Two wonderful (while painful) good-byes remained for the trip home.  I stopped by Edinburgh, Scotland to get Gail and we had one last meal and evening with Frank and Jill.  We ate haggis (turned out to be good.  We walked in the rain (turned out to be wet). We watched fireworks and bonfires (another Braveheart-like guy).  We said good-bye quickly the next morning as our cab hustled us off to the airport.  The second serendipity was a long layover in Newark, NJ.  While that doesn’t sound like a “wonderful” experience, it is if your daughter and son in law can spend three hours with you during the layover.  So, after a picnic, complete with ice cream and lots of conversation, laughter and hugs, we wound our way through security once more.

For me, hellos are better than good byes.  Reentry was good.  The car was still there and it had no flat tires.  The time changed Saturday night and we got a reasonable night’s sleep.  Church was remarkable. While I really enjoy and am blessed by European worship experiences, I delight at worshiping with my church family.  To be warmly welcomed back was a bonus.

After lunch, leaves, branches and broken toilet awaited.  So, okay, not all of reentry was great. But, if you have to face that stuff, it’s nice to face it in weather like we’re having.  As is typical of the first week back, the pace has been hectic.  If just thinking about getting caught up makes my head spin–actually doing it–well, you can imagine. But we’re getting there.  It’s Wednesday morning and things are on track.

Coming home is always a good thing.  Familiar scenes, familiar smells, familiar faces…  It reminds me that reentry into the presence of God must be just that much better.  And since I like hellos so much better than good-byes–that should should be fantastic.

Overwhelming…Amazing…Frightening…Exciting

Tuesday, August 17th, 2010

Because I wasn’t preaching Sunday (and because of an emergency run to the hardware store to fix a baptistery leak), I had the chance to move around and see what goes on during worship. I was overwhelmed by the number of people that I didn’t recognize. I see a few folks every Sunday, but this week was literally overwhelming.

We have guests with us every week. We know that. In fact, I’m amazed by the number of new people God has brought our way. I’ve seen churches that might have a handful of guests during a year.  We have at least a dozen every week (some back for the 2nd or 3rd time). I don’t know the total for the year. We can only count those that fill out connect cards…but that is up over 150 for 2010.

The responsibility frightens me. These folks are looking for something. Some don’t even know what. Others, seeking specific answers or at least some ray of hope. Still others, for connection…friendship…acceptance. A few know…they want a church where they (and/or their children) can find Jesus and grow. Their initial impressions are critical.  In fact, one recently said, “I was greeted within 5 steps of the door.”

These are exciting times. But we need help. We need you to be hospitable. We need you to welcome people with a smile. We need you to make a seat available. We need you to offer to show them the nursery or the Warehouse or the rest rooms.  We need you to smile and nod. We need you to stop talking (for just a few moments) with your friends and speak to a stranger (the word hospitality means, love of strangers, by the way). We need you help us help them feel at home.

Some folks won’t find what they are looking for. We accept that. Some will discover that “Jesus is not for them.” Or, that our way of worship and/or preaching doesn’t fit them. We can accept all of that. What we must never accept is that we failed to give them a chance. If the gospel offends, if the truth threatens, so be it. But let us never be the offense.

Please, pray for us, that we demonstrate genuine hospitality. Please, lower your defenses and be friendly. Please, come out from your comfort zone for even a few seconds and greet some one. Please, look past your personal preferences and let another one in.

Someday, someone will say, “Because of you, I now know Jesus.”