Would Jesus Go To Church

Would Jesus Go To Church July 16, 2020

When we decided not to go to church anymore, we didn’t really know whether this is a permanent decision or just what we are doing right now.  It probably depends upon which one of us you talk to and what day it is.  One thing is for sure, we need some time to heal up from being in church consistently for about 25 years.

One Sunday, we went to a café in Nebraska for brunch.  Even though it was Sunday, we really didn’t think about church much at all.  I have personally experienced a gradual relaxation coming over me the longer we have been “skipping” church.

This little cafe was hopping.  The other options in town are pizza, Mexican, Chinese and barbecue – not very good breakfast options.  This place was well equipped and smelled like breakfast.  I ordered pancakes and breakfast potatoes and anticipated their arrival.  About that time, I noticed the guy that looked a little like Santa Claus.  He introduced himself to a couple of people and then sat down with another couple.  It made me think of the books where John the Apostle or even Jesus himself makes an appearance in modern-day America and teaches some valuable lesson.

I’ve been trying to have discussions online, but the people who are still in church either don’t want to talk about it or they get defensive because they think I’m talking about them.

Let me just be very clear – this is not a direct criticism of any specific church.  If church is working for you, keep doing it.  But, recognize that it is not working for everyone, and try to understand that I would simply like to have some discussions to see if we can somehow become better at doing “church.”  Even more than that, I want to somehow stop injuring people and help those that are already injured get better.

So, let’s just cut to the chase.

I don’t think Jesus would go to church at all.  Even when I was a pastor, when people told the story of a guy walking in the door — you know the one, where people ignore him, then he reveals that He is Jesus.  I never bought that story because I just could never picture Jesus walking into a church, at least not like we have it designed.  I know he went to the temple because he was raised as a Jew, and that he was occasionally found in Synagogue.  But I just could never picture him in a traditional church.

Jesus like to do his teaching outdoors.  We find him on a boat, on a hillside, in the streets, at a well with an enemy–almost never in the same place and seldom on a schedule.  On a Sunday morning in Auburn, NE, I could more aptly picture him introducing himself to a table of people and sitting down to eat breakfast with them.

I’m not the right person to ask right now.  I’m a little bit raw from allowing myself to get the point where I couldn’t hardly bear to walk in the door of a church–too much “stuff” without any relief has left me a little short of being bitter and needing to get my bearings.  But many of the people I come across these days are feeling the same way–it just doesn’t all make sense like it used to.

In her book, The Great Emergence, Phyllis Tickle uses the analogy of a “500 Year Rummage Sale” to describe how the church tends to “clean house” every 500 years.  The last time this happened was in 1517, roughly 500 years ago.  Maybe the advent and proliferation of the internet is going to lead us to some dramatic changes in how we do church.

I don’t know all the answers to how it should change, but I know without a doubt that it needs to be re-imagined or it is surely going to fail in the next 10 years.  I often ask people “If you could change the world what would you change?”  Well, if I could change the world, I would change the church.

For all the time we have spent in church, we really should be doing better than we are.  Maybe we spent too much time erecting the church building and coming TO church, when we should have spent time being the church.  I don’t really care whether the church building survives or whether pastors get to keep making money by being pastors.  What I care about is that people get better emotionally and learn to live out the Great Commandment to love one another.  I don’t care if church attendance goes up or down–I want us to be kinder and more compassionate.  I don’t want to lose another friend because of where I attended or what I believed.  I don’t want to see another friend burn out as a pastor or another person get hurt emotionally because we care too much about the organization of the church and too little about the people in the body of Christ.

I believe we can get better.  I want to keep an image of the Santa Claus guy in the cafe’.  I will be trying to emulate that guy while my wounds heal.  As I build and nurture community, I can love my family and the people I see along the way.  I can watch sermons and podcasts and read my Bible and pray and meditate.  A few months ago, I did a podcast with a couple of my contemplative friends.  It was community, I felt loved, and I learned a couple of things.

For now, these kinds of things are good enough for me.

Karl Forehand is a former pastor, podcaster, and award-winning author. His books include Apparent Faith: What Fatherhood Taught Me About the Father’s Heart and the soon-to-be released Tea Shop. He is the creator of The Desert Sanctuary and Too Many Podcasters podcasts. He is married to his wife Laura of 32 years and has one dog named Winston. His three children are grown and are beginning to multiply!




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7 responses to “Would Jesus Go To Church”

  1. Would Jesus go to church? No. I don’t think so.

    First and foremost, Jesus was a Jew. He did not want to be worshipped, he wanted (his example) to be followed.

    Jesus would not recognize “his” church. Like all institutions, it has become more important than the message Jesus wished to convey.

  2. Dear Mr. Forehand,
    Allow me to tell you that you are not alone in leaving the pastorate. Many more would leave if only they had a career on which to fall back.
    Remember, our brains are not fully formed until we are 27 years of age, so many young and idealistic young men and women “think that they, alone, can change the world.”
    That was my fiance, now husband, in 1959, after having traveled in the south to an Air Force Base, as part of his ROTC obligation. One of his friends, who helped him in chem labs, was African American, and could not stay in the same motel as my soon to be husband and the other two young men. Their African American friend could not eat in the same restaurant and he had to eat in the car. My husband and his friends.
    Thus, being young, only 21, my soon to be husband decided to forego an Air Force career and become a pastor. He soon learned that the Methodist Church members were not ready to accept anyone of color and our support of the Civil Rights Movement of the late 1950s and early to mid-1960s.
    I could not march with him in his second church as I was home with two small children and churches did not pay well enough for me to hire a sitter. He marched, and we entertained Fair Housing Meetings at the parsonage, much to the dismay of the congregants. Oh, did I get phone calls excoriating me for allowing “those people” into “their home.” To which I replied, “While my husband is your pastor, he and I will entertain whomever we wish to entertain.”
    Then to top that off was the lady who called me at 11 PM, my husband was out on a call or at a long-winded meeting, I do not recall, but she wanted to know if Simon of Cyrene was black? I really offended the “dear lady,” by replying, “Yes, he probably was black or very dark-skinned as that was how people looked who lived in that region, and Jesus was probably black, too. ” I then hung up as I had been asleep and wanted to go back to sleep.
    Gratefully, after sending many a resume out so he could escape the full-time pastorate, he heard from a company who needed a technical writer, with my husband’s excellent ability to both speak and write, he landed that position. He had several promotions and ended up negotiating contracts between the company and the government. He still did fill in for vacationing ministers, and even did a ten-year stint, just preaching in a small church where, on a good Sunday, had six attendees. Odragged our children to this fiasco, thus none of them attend church unless it is for a wedding or funeral.
    Oh, in that tiny church, if there was a supper everyone from the town showed up, but go to church, no way.
    I finally, when our youngest was in school, did return to nursing, which saved my sanity, and helped add to our finances. Being in the pastorate for nine years we were poor as the proverbial “church mice,” when my husband took the position as a technical writer, and it took us twenty-five years to finally get our heads above water. We are not rich, but have what we need, and have fixed up the “dump of a house,” as my neighbor called it when we bought it, into a small, very comfortable home. My husband made our basement into a family room, and once the children were on their own we could afford to put in a bathroom with a stall shower just off of the family room. We are happily retired and staying home now, our of necessity, due to COVID.

  3. I heard something about that…it’s a Quoir book, right? Gotta love those guys!

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