The Cult of Cafeteria Worship
I’m terrified that catering to individual aesthetic preferences in worship is killing the church. And by aesthetic preferences, I could mean a lot of different things, but at the top of list is music.
Before I explain myself further, I must admit that I’m being overly simplistic. The cultural factors contributing to church decline are complicated and diverse. But because the church has responded to decline with drastic liturgical adjustments, we must look at the issue liturgically.
There is undoubtedly a deep sentiment within evangelical (and now, also mainline) church culture that dividing your congregation over so-called worship style stimulates growth. I’m not only afraid that this sentiment is false, but I think the opposite is true.
A Confused Congregation
On the surface, the idea that we must appeal to each and every possible aesthetic taste in worship music makes a measure of sense, if we believe that worship is something we do for God, or that music can usher us into a divine encounter.
But worship isn’t something we do for God, nor is music a mystical connector. Worship is about God’s divine impressions on us through word and sacrament, not our human expressions. Corporate worship is a solemn privilege that we must accept with discipline of mind and spirit. This only makes sense when we forsake the idea that we should expect emotional satisfaction or release through worship, and accept that what Jesus offers us through worship is far greater than intense emotional experiences.
But since church culture has convinced itself and its people that corporate worship is primarily about connecting people to God through jesusy music, it is unwittingly offering the perfect excuse to just not show up. Because, for most, the greatest production value the church can afford will not be enough to satisfy Sunday after Sunday, year after year.
Ultimately, when the church doesn’t deliver what is promised through a smorgasbord of options, like traditional or contemporary or blended or modern or emergent or Gen-X or alternative or whatever the hell we call it, they will find something else that offers it. And that’s the thing that becomes the substitute ritual, the sacred space. It will always be more attractive than any attraction the church can offer up as “worship.”
The Most Difficult Lie
15 years ago I was in the middle of my undergraduate studies at Baylor University when everybody started talking about a new book by Donald Miller, Blue Like Jazz. My stodgy theological self was not particularly interested in reading anything with the subtitle, “Nonreligious Thoughts on Christian Spirituality,” but, well, there was this violist that I was desperately trying to impress. She told me it was the best thing ever, and I simply had to read it. So, of course, on her recommendation, I went down to the local now-defunct Christian book chain, pulled out my wad of cash I’d made from waiting tables, and bought me a copy.
As I scanned each page looking for cute lines that my love interest would find endearing, I remember reading a quote, perhaps the most enduring from the entire work, that pierced me all the way to the core:
“The most difficult lie I have ever contended with is this: life is a story about me.”
I struggle with this so very deeply. Not simply from a superficial selfishness, but on a foundational level. My worldview, my feelings, my insecurities, my anxieties, and even my theology are all hopelessly, blindly self-referential. I imagine it’s the same for many of us. Because being a Christian is accepting Jesus as the center of life, the church’s worship must be a real alternative to that.
But I’m terribly afraid the church isn’t being an alternative, at all. It’s using the worship gathering, which from the foundation of the Christian church was about doing God’s story, to affirm us in our deep commitment to ourselves as the center of our own universe.
Let me say this is as plainly as possible:
When we tell our people that we’re here to connect them with God through their own preferences, we are telling our people that worship is about their story.
When we suggest that corporate worship is about fitting everyone just right, we are telling our people that worship is about their story.
When our strategies for church growth hinge on making the worship life of the church fun, entertaining, and easy, we are telling our people that worship is about their story.
When we design worship services to flow seamlessly like a theatrical production, we are telling our people that worship is about their story.
Green Like Golf. Or Whatever.
If it’s about your own story, your own feelings, your own preferences, your own perceived intimacy with God, then the church’s unwitting message is clear:
Go wherever you find it!
Even the Donald himself (Miller, not that Donald) doesn’t get the good vibes at church. A few years ago he wrote a blog post entitled, “I Don’t Worship God By Singing. I Connect With Him Elsewhere,” in which he asserted that he doesn’t feel intimacy with God through singing, he rarely attends church, and most of the most godly and influential Christians he knows don’t regularly attend, either.
In trying to fit everyone just right, we’ve gotten Jesus all wrong.
Finding Jesus Where He Said He’d Be
So what are we to do? Where do we go?
I don’t know that I have the solution, friends, but I think these are good places to start.
We must change the conversation. What the church does on Sunday isn’t supposed to make sense to any and everyone. In fact, it’s foolishness to those who don’t believe. Let’s go ahead and let it be foolish. Our mission is in the way we carry Jesus with us.
We must reject nostalgia and sentimentality. I’m beginning to loathe the term “traditional” in reference to worship, because it often becomes acquainted as the “old people’s service.” “Hey everyone! Show up at 8am this Sunday to revisit the good old days!” Historic Christian worship isn’t for old saints or old souls. It’s for everyone. It’s historic because it’s rooted in the Scriptures and the long history of the church. It’s contemporary because we’re doing it now. It’s eschatological because it looks forward to the renewed earth. Sentimental worship is just as toxic as contemporary worship.
We must be liturgical. The drama, ritual, and rhythm of liturgical life keep us anchored as God’s chosen people. I’m not suggesting we turn back the clock so that we look like a church from some particular place in time. What we need is for our worship to be marked by something outside of cultural winds, something with more elegance, rootedness, and meat.
We must be keep the eucharistic feast. The table – not the pulpit, and certainly not the music – is the natural culmination of worship. It’s not in hands held high or the taut facial expressions caught somewhere between orgasm and constipation. Holy Communion is the great antidote to the emotional manipulation the modern church loves to employ. It sets the body of Christ like a burning coal on our lips and in our stomachs, and we begin to see things just a little bit differently. Like the body and blood of our blessed Savior, we are fractured and poured out for the world around us.
We’ve got to be generous, patient, empathetic, and understanding. This is so difficult, but vitally important. For now, we are still bound between already and not yet. Worship will look differently across denominations, geographical locations, and cultural context. Rejecting me-worship will take time, and we need to help all who have ears to hear understand our liturgical life.
I keep going back to the need to turn the conversation around, so maybe let’s start there.
Instead of asking pop culture to anchor our worship, let’s anchor our worship on a firm foundation, a solid rock, a mighty fortress. Sure, this requires faith.
We have to trust that Jesus is who he says he is.
It’s time. It’s past time.
We need to be the church on Sunday, so that we can be the church every other day.