The F-word is farce. “A foolish show, a mockery, a ridiculous sham”
We spend our whole lives making sure no one sees the cracked pieces we are so desperately trying to hold together.
In my prior institutional church life, people would just sit in the seats waiting for the show, and God forbid you try to strike up a conversation about Jesus (which seldom happened). Discussions were about what they are doing that day, football games, and other “surface” stuff.
If I tried to bring up a conversation about Christ prior to the service people would think I am nuts. If I did, people would quickly change the subject to something like … yeah, I hope the music is good today, and I hope they play this certain song so I can feel the spirit … are you kidding me?
Sometimes I would wonder, as I look down the row I was sitting in, who here has real problems. Out of the 10 people including me, we all just sit in passive brokenness. Somewhere among the 10, there is at least one person struggling with an abusive spouse, a child that has been molested, porn, schizophrenia, or having a hard time feeding their family. And of course, and including me, plenty who feel irreparably guilty either for something they have done or something done to them. You can hear the silent screams as the show goes on.
So why in the hell do people go out of their way to act “normal”… whatever “normal” is. If everyone else is acting “normal”, it just puts pressure on everyone else to act like they are “normal” too. This is the country club effect.
WTF? In other words … What The Farce?
Here is where the “church” is a farce. The churchgoers spend so much time pretending to be someone else or being mistaken for someone else that they are not. I can only describe this as bullshit, and I am definitely allergic to it.
I do think believers are hungry for the “realness” of God. I think He is real when He takes messed up people and heals their brokenness. The “He” here is Christ, who is the Body of believers working together. When I am with other parts of the Body, I want to acknowledge that we are all so flawed. I want to talk to that person who is doing some sin and say, I feel ya, dude.
If I were to look at this person in shock and judgment, I would be judging myself…
… and churchgoers just keep contributing to the farce that our churches are made of perfect people.
The thing here that really pisses me off, and I was hooked into this nonsense at one time … doing a whole bunch of different activities and programs within the institutional church does not make you a good person. It makes you feel good, but does not make you good.
When I led a discipleship class for a couple of years and it was graduation and we were up on stage getting our reward, I did not like the idea of being on the stage because I did not like the idea that I am projecting some image that I am any more righteous than anyone else sitting in the audience that everyone is afraid to talk to because they committed some unforgivable sin.
That feeling at graduation was the first step in my exodus of the farcical church.