This past weekend my wife and I fell into an interesting dilemma. Our 12-year-old son wanted to go with a friend to church. My initial response was, “Sure, no big deal.” I spoke with the friend’s mom on the phone about it, and she came by and picked him up on Sunday morning. He spent the morning and part of the afternoon with them and their church friends.
Shortly after I said okay, I started looking around on the internet to see what kind of church this was. It looked “harmless.” It’s part of the Church of God denomination. One of those churches that seems to be trying its hardest at being “relevant.” I really didn’t do much more digging.
We heard from our son throughout the day about how things were going. He seemed to be having a good time. After we picked him up, he told us about a couple at the church who were really nice to him. He said that the husband asked him what he believed, and he told him he didn’t “believe in God.” To which he responded, “That’s okay.” I guess that’s a much better response than could be expected.
After spending the morning and part of the afternoon thinking about this situation, and talking to my wife about it, the first thing I could say was basically, “Sometimes, church people are very well-intentioned, and they are some of the nicest people you’ll ever know. But, they can also think and believe some really unhealthy things, and end up unintentionally treating people terribly.”
Later in the day, my wife said we should sit both of our kids down (our other son is 13) and have a much longer conversation about this. Family story time.
I hadn’t really thought much about the fact that my kids seemed so much younger when we were caught up in the “church world.” Before I had quit my job as a church “professional,” they had already stopped attending services months prior. My kids would have been about 8 and 9. And, because of the nature of the complementarian culture that had been created, she had really only made a few friends through the church. (If that doesn’t make any sense to you, you probably haven’t been involved in a church like that.) My family hadn’t been nearly as invested in the whole thing as I had been. When I asked my kids to tell me what they knew, they couldn’t remember much.
I tried to sum up my own history of being heavily involved in churches for most of my life. I told them that I had gone from being an assistant youth pastor right after high school, to a “worship leader,” then getting ordained as an elder/pastor, and finally joining the staff of a much larger church. My wife explained that she hadn’t been raised in church, and that really her only exposure to church had been through me.
This was when I realized that what I was trying to explain was that churches can be a very positive thing for the individuals involved, the surrounding neighborhoods and cities, and the world. But, although we would not be who we are today without them, and we would not know many of the people that we do, our experiences with churches have been more negative than positive. We have been harmed more than helped by churches.
Which led me to explain that there are basically two kinds of churches: ones that do more good than harm; and vice versa. I don’t think any group of people can be a purely positive force in the world. We unavoidably do damage to each other. But, I think there is a spectrum. The difficulty is that where each group falls on the spectrum is highly subjective. I don’t think anyone can come up with an objective assessment of which churches are which. We each have to decide what is good for us. (I think that more people who have any interest in church at all should study how cults function. It can be pretty revealing to learn how similar these two kinds of groups can be.)
We then told them that if they wanted us, as a family, to try to find the first kind of church, we would totally be on board with it. But, as their parents, we have to help them decide what would be healthy. And, at this point, we’re not convinced that evangelical churches – that, for example, demean women or gay people, or have very specifically defined gender roles, or tell people God hates them and will send people to hell forever – fit our own, subjective, “positive force in the world” definition.
After all of that, though, we asked our younger son why he wanted to go to that church in the first place. His response? A girl. Anything else? Nope, he’s not interested. Oh well. If nothing else, this helped me rethink some things that I hadn’t in awhile. And, I hope we helped them understand where we were coming from. But, for now, we’re not going to try to find a church. And that’s okay.