People ask me all
the time, what kind of church is Common Table?
Same question, but always really different. If I've learned anything at all I've learned
that many questions like this are contextual ... What I mean is that every
other person who asks is really seeking an answer within their particular
framework, addressing their particular baggage or background. For example, some are wondering, are you
traditional or modern. for some it means denominational or independent, for others it could be legalistic or grace
centered, liberal or conservative. All
of them ask "where is your church located". I frequently am reluctant
to answer what kind of church we are without having somewhat of an
understanding of the story behind the question. Along the journey of developing
a new faith community, I've learned more than ever before that "church" is a
loaded word and that the question is almost never really the question.
Most who inquire
have some sort of experience or history, good and bad, with the idea of
church... rarely has it been neutral.
If theirs was a good experience, rarely will they understand or be
interested in our version, because we don't really resemble anyone's previous
experience. If theirs was a negative or
damaging history, then just by using the terminology, they are turned away
without ever witnessing how unlike their memories we are. Until very recently, I've really just given up
trying to explain "church" in general and Common Table specifically
to anyone who asks because I find myself between a rock and a hard place and at
this point in my life I can just simply choose not to be. Honestly, in the two years that we've been
gathering, standing in the midst of it, I'm pretty sure that I couldn't explain
us, and the parts that I could no one would believe anyway. It wasn't until these past two weeks, as I've
been sorting through images of our history, while at the same time wrestling
with Jesus' words "Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called
children of God" that I've been given some insight into who we've become.
We really always
imagined that we could be a church in the city, that looked like the city, and
that loved the city. I'll have to confess that I must have held on to some very
different images of that reality because it's nothing like I had imagined. I never imagined that, like many of our
neighbors, Common Table would spend some time homeless. I never imagined that, like many of our
neighbors, one of our homes would be torn down much sooner than we had
imagined. I never imagined that, like
some who have called Common Table home, we would spend time doing a church
version of "couch surfing" and depending on hospitality in unexpected
places. I guess I envisioned something
cool and cutting edge and we are just not that at all, probably more a
reflection of my own reality than anything else. There was a point, ... ok several
points, when I wondered what went wrong
... what did I miss ... and I've asked it out loud to the only one I've felt
that I could blame... and all I've gotten is silence mixed with the unmistakable
push to keep moving forward. But I've
come to understand that what we so often do is mistake God's silence for his
absence. He may in fact be
silent, but His activity is most certainly not absent.
We began this Fall
with an in depth journey into Jesus words in the beatitudes ... no grand wisdom
on my part, it just felt right. I
decided to recognize a fairly unusual birthday to celebrate ... a 2nd one ...
no grand wisdom, it just felt right.
Putting together a video recalling the journey of Common Table just felt
right. And through this, I heard the
whisper ... this is who you are. I led
you to this part of the city simply to establish a community that was centered
around the common table of Jesus. That's
all. It's no deeper than that. Be centered around the Jesus who claimed the beatitudes as the new
world order ... all of those "blessed are's" lived out, wrestled
with, failed at, only to be wrestled with again, beatitudes.
Blessed are the poor
in spirit, blessed are those who mourn, blessed are the meek, blessed are those
who hunger and thirst for righteousness, blessed are the merciful, blessed are
the peacemakers ... It's still not what I imagined,
but I know now that it's what He did... And most days, that's really all that I
need. What kind of church is Common Table? We are this kind of church: