02/13/2022
“I want to go to a dying church”
By Keith Lewis
I want to go to a dying church
I want to sit in the pews of an aging congregation with wrinkled faces and wise hands.
I want my kids to have a couple friends and 36 new grandparents.
I want a retired school teacher to slip my boys a silver dollar when he comes down our aisle.
I want to go to a church that made hard choices and paid for it.
I want a church that will let me leave with dignity if I ever need to go, that doesn’t claim to be anything other than a small part of the body of Christ.
I want a church that split when they ordained women 35 years ago and split again when the pastor performed her first gay wedding.
I want to sit by parishioners who cried when their friends left for the thriving non-denominational worship center across town that puts bloody aborted fetuses on billboards.
I want to go to a church that chose love, a church where the gay organist cried when his husband was ordained.
Where the congregants try to use the pronouns they/them/their for the 17-year-old trans kid who comes alone but never sits alone.
I want a church that makes hard choices, that will ‘do what is right, let the consequence follow.’
Because that is exactly what Jesus did.
Jesus led a dying movement.
His friends betrayed him.
His father forsook him in the garden.
And only a few women stood by his cross and cared for his body.
That’s what I want my boys to learn about God.
Even if Sunday school only has a couple other kids.