Summary: What we call "church" is a product of western civilization that comes with a lot of cultural baggage. It is one way to follow Christ but not the only way. You can be a part of God's ekklesia without participating in a traditional church.
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Why I Stopped Attending Church
To begin with, I want to emphasize that I am not trying to discourage you from going to church. Churches do wonderful things. They feed the hungry. They promote healthy living. They are filled with wonderful people. I have great friends who are excellent pastors of first rate churches. If you are thriving in a church, keep thriving!
I am not out to bash church. I have experienced the Kingdom of God in it. I love its music, its cathedrals, its liturgy, its history. The point I make in this chapter is that the traditional wineskin we call “church” is not the only way to follow Christ. I fear that if we cling to our western church model as the only legitimate form, soon an empty wineskin may be all we are left with. We will stand like a European cathedral, proud but empty.
My purpose is not to tell you why you should not attend church. My purpose is to explain why I no longer do. Concerned friends ask me where I attend church. I mumble something about our nomadic lifestyle making it hard. It’s a copout Ever since I stopped being a pastor I have avoided church. Here’s the truth: The reason I don’t attend is that I don’t want to.
Dropping out of church created a five alarm crisis in my life. For starters, there is a fiscal crisis. To leave church means to cut off my only source of income and set fire to my resume. Worse than this, I have always seen church as the only way to follow Christ. To opt out of church is to opt out of God. Doesn’t the Bible require church? Am I even a Christian? To leave church was to be an unemployed pagan.
I take some comfort in the fact that I am not alone. Many people sincerely love Christ but, for whatever reason, find it hard to swallow church. Like me, many feel guilty. It feels like treason. It feels like apostasy.
In this chapter I will tell you how I came to the end of my road with church. More importantly, I will present a church-free way to follow Christ that is fully consistent with the teaching of the Jesus. This discovery has set me free and reignited my love for God. It has been like being born again again.
How I Lost the Baby in the Bathwater
As a teenager, God was very real to me. I grew up in a log cabin nestled in the rolling Palouse hills of Eastern Washington. I got off the dusty yellow school bus, grabbed my shotgun, and traipsed across the wheat fields with my dog, Brute, feeling like part of the landscape. If I was lonely or depressed, I went outside, lay on my back, and stared at the stars. I reached up. They reached back. I heard the sweet sound of God’s voice in music and got a college degree playing french horn. It wasn’t the music I loved as much as the Voice. I thrilled to the Scriptures and shared my life and prayed with my friends.
If loving God with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength is what it is all about, I was on the right track. I could not imagine anything more wonderful than a life dedicated to this. That is why I become a Pastor. I assumed it would lead me deeper and deeper into the arms of God. Instead, the sweet sound of my Savior’s voice grew fainter. Slowly, over the decades, my living connection with God was replaced by a human institution.
When I tell people that I have given up on church, they advise me not to throw out the baby with the bathwater.