"My Church"

“Even though we had some standing as Christ’s apostles, we never threw our weight around or tried to come across as important, with you or anyone else.” I Thessalonians 2:6

“It’s my church,” said the frustrated rector speaking to a group of parishioners. There was a sudden moment of silence when the church members looked at one another as if to say, “Did I just hear what I think I heard?” I wish it was an uncommon mistake born out of exasperation, but it is more common (in word and action) than one might think.

When we are at our best, we are all imperfect people doing the best we can with the help of God’s grace in the company of others. Yes, there are leaders within the community of faith who help us on our way, but when ego and insecurity fester, the trappings of the church become a quick fix to low self-esteem.  Whether as clergy or church members, we cling to roles, years of our membership, or the number of 0’s in our annual pledge. It happens everywhere, but when it’s found in the church it’s more tragic.

There was a time when I was wrapped up in my role and feasted on the respect that came with the position. It pains me now to admit it, but it also makes me understand how this minister could make such an outlandish claim. The church, our jobs, bank accounts, homes, partners, and children are gifts given. When we receive them as such, God’s grace has breathing room. When we cling tight as if they’re our possessions, grace and gratitude suffocate.

Paul understood this when writing to the early church, and we would do well to listen to him 2000 years later.