a francis chan article

This recent article from Francis Chan through the Catalyst enewsletter is solid. Really expresses the essence of “living sent.” Worth the read. Worth the consideration. Here’s an excerpt:

Is there any logic in believing that God started His Church as a Spirit-filled, loving body with the intention that it would evolve into entertaining, hour-long services? Was he hoping that one day people would be attracted to the Church not because they care for one another, not because they are devoted to Him, not because the supernatural occurs in their midst, but because of good music and entertainment?

Try to imagine what conclusions you would come to if you had no prior church experience. The things in church services might make sense to the American church-attendee, but they don’t make sense biblically.

You can read the rest of it by clicking here.

what is the most important element of discipling?

On Sunday mornings right now, until Feb 8th, we are unpacking what it means to “be discipling.” We introduced the series on January 4th by defining “discipling” simply as this:

_learning the ways of Jesus and living those ways allowing others to taste and see Jesus and begin to follow Him, learning His ways and living His ways allowing others to taste and see Jesus and begin to follow Him, and so on…

It is more about life together than a class together. More about compassion given than concepts learned. More about Jesus actually being followed than more Jesus stuff flowing into my head. Not that learning is not apart of it, but it is definitely not the end of it.

And as we live His ways, as we follow Him, we will know Him more, because we will be where He is, loving people where He loves them, like He loves Him. And our life will be abundant as we abide in Him. 

The focus of Christianity for too long has been more like a bad self-help book that nullifies grace in an attempt to feel better about myself spiritually based solely on performance and check-list measurements. I would suggest that if the focus of your following Jesus isn’t more about how you plant and water into other people than it is about what gets planted and watered into you, then you may not be following Jesus.

Instead, you may have gotten proselytized into a really bad Christian-version of those self-help infomercials that come on late at night and suck you in and that you discover while flipping through the channels hoping to catch the next showing of that sequel of Lethal Weapon where they blow up the big building in the beginning of the movie (cause that was the best one – that was an actual implosion of the old courthouse building here in Orlando). You know the infomercials I am talking about. For three installments of $39.95, you too can be a great person, like the guy who has figured out how to get really wealthy by selling you something that theoretically will make you a better person. What a country!!!

All this to say – that’s how we have treated Christianity for too long. Self-help instead of “I’ll help.” I’ll give. I’ll follow. My life will not be my own to make better, but maybe my life can be given to make others better. Or better said, what they were made to be.

Discipling is not only a fundamental of following Jesus, it is an evidence of following Jesus. It is not reserved for the people who have certificates ad degrees. It is for everyone who follows Jesus, in whom the Holy Spirit resides, and through whom the redemptive story continues to be written. 

And that Holy Spirit thing. Listening to and responding to Him. Staying in constant communication with Him. That’s probably the most important element of discipling. PRAYER.

Check this out:

So, as you go, as you follow Jesus daily, be discipling. And don’t stop praying. Why? Because I not only need to be lifting up the people in my daily life who are hurting and searching and seeking all that Jesus died to give us, but also I need to be tuning in to what God may be doing in their lives and how He may want to use me to love them where they are like He does. That’s the significance of prayer. Discernment and involvement and my life shifting to be about what Jesus is already up to. In fact, I have really been challenged lately to consider these two questions:

  • Who in your world has not been exposed to the life changing love of Jesus? 
  • How often do you pray for these persons? 

Wow. Thanks to Bob Carlton and Jim Collins for those challenges. Let me know your thoughts…

come and see or go and be

Wanted to share this article that was sent to me by a friend. I thought it really captured some thoughts that we all should consider as we are being the church.

 

“Showtime!” No More

Could our church shift from performance to mission?

Walt Kallestad | posted 11/26/2008

My first Sunday back from some time away, I sat in the worship service and wept. It struck me as such a production, so performance driven. In a word, it was shallow. I couldn’t believe this had happened on my watch.

On the surface, all was well. I was a megachurch pastor with invitations to speak at conferences, write books, and mingle with dignitaries. Our church had state of the art facilities next to a major freeway. But that was on the surface. Deep down inside, I was mortified at what we’d become. We had to change. We just couldn’t keep going like this. Not anymore.

When I arrived in Phoenix to lead 200-member Community Church of Joy, my whole desire was to reach people—really, at my core I am an evangelist. Any day that I get to tell someone about Jesus is a good day for me. I long to see those who aren’t following Jesus transformed by the Spirit of God into empowered disciples.

Within a few years of assuming the helm at Joy, I was invited to a gathering of large-church pastors to dream about the future together. We envisioned what the church might 1ook like for a new generation. At the gathering, Bill Hybels, Rick Warren, and others exchanged ideas about how to build a church “for people who don’t go to church.” Like men of Issachar (1 Chron. 12:32), we understood our times, at least for the 1980s and beyond. We knew that people didn’t want to give anything, sing anything, or do anything—they wanted anonymity, not community. They didn’t want theology lectures; they wanted to be entertained and inspired. So we set out to give them exactly what they wanted.

Entertainment evangelism 

The concept came together for me while standing in a line at a Dallas Cineplex waiting to see the Batman premiere.

The only way to capture people’s attention is entertainment, I thought. If I want people to listen to my message, I’ve got to present it in a way that grabs their attention long enough for me to communicate the gospel.

“You must die as a church and be reborn as a mission.”

It was an epiphany, a breakthrough understanding for me. So our church strategy revolved around the gravitational force of entertainment for evangelism. We hired the best musicians we could afford; we used marketing principles and programming specialists—for the gospel’s sake. Attendance skyrocketed. More people meant more staff, more programs, more facilities, more land, and of course the need for more money. We became a program-driven church attracting consumers looking for the latest and greatest religious presentations.

For us, worship was a show, and we played to a packed house. We grew by thousands, bought more land, and positioned ourselves to reach even more people. Not that any of this is wrong in and of itself—people coming to faith in Christ isn’t bad. I told myself it was good—I told others it was good. But now I was beginning to wonder if I’d led my church down a wrong path.

The show was killing me.

Attracting consumers was consuming me—not in the way vision consumes a leader. It was the opposite of that—I was losing sight of the vision. Our church was a great organization. But something was missing. We weren’t accomplishing our mission; we weren’t creating transformed, empowered disciples.

We’d put all our energies into dispensing religious goods and services. But our people weren’t touching our community. If our church, with its sheer number of people, was populated with disciples, we would be feeding the hungry, building meaningful relationships with neighbors, and transforming our community. But we were neither salt nor light.

After pouring more than 25 years of my life into this church, I knew we weren’t developing disciples who were taking up their crosses to follow Jesus. We’d produced consumers—like Pac-Man, gobbling up religious experiences, navigating a maze but going nowhere in particular.

Too many were observing the show but not meeting God. They meandered in and out of relationships but weren’t in real community. They sought their spiritual fix but didn’t give themselves fully to Christ.

And me? I was running through a maze, too, constantly busy, doing God’s work. I led a disciplined life. I had a consistent daily prayer and devotional life. I jogged. I ate right. I did everything a healthy person is supposed to do to have the stamina to keep running 100 miles an hour. But no one was close enough to see that I was losing it. My wife would tell me to slow down, but no one said, “Walt, you’re out of control. You’re a workaholic.”

That’s when it happened.

One in a million 

According to researchers, one million Americans each year have a heart attack. On January 7, 2002, I was one in a million. After a six-way bypass surgery, at the prompting of my board, I took time to recover and reflect. That’s when I realized we had a huge church, a thriving school, a pristine memorial garden, and an influential leadership center. We had it all, but in the process of getting it all, I’d lost the most important thing—my first love.

The heart attack was a wakeup call for our board as well as for me; we came to believe that it would be a good idea to develop a succession plan, so I talked to colleagues around the country looking for an up and coming pastor I could hand the mantle to when I retired. One conversation stands out in my memory.

“It’s a pretty good opportunity,” I said. “We have 187 acres just off a major freeway, multipurpose buildings, and a great staff.”

Brian McLaren looked me in the eye and said, “Who’d want it? Who in their right mind would want to run that?”

That’s when it dawned on me. By the time we service the $12-million debt, pay the staff, and maintain the property, we’ve spent more than a million before we can spend a dime on our mission. At the time, we had plans for a spectacular worship center with a retractable roof. After that conversation with Brian, I scrapped it.

Then at one of our events at the new site, Robert Schuller said, “You must die as a church and be born as a mission.”

I couldn’t shake that statement from my mind. I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I knew we needed to change. Could it be that our acreage, buildings, and budgets were interfering with the mission instead of accomplishing it? Why weren’t we producing empowered disciples? What were we missing?

I spent the next three months on a sabbatical, rekindling my love and intimacy with God and seeking answers to those questions. I wasn’t seeking a new technique or a new way to do church, as I’d done years earlier. Now I was desperate to feel the breath of God on my soul and for him to either affirm or reject the path we were walking.

My wife and I prayed and fasted and passionately pursued the heart of God: God, we have to hear from you. We’re desperate.

A new heart 

We prayed. We talked to other Christian leaders. We made pilgrimages to churches that were creating empowered disciples. Most of them were emergent or missional churches, but others were mainline churches, like St. Thomas Church in Sheffield, England, an Anglican church with charismatic leanings. At St. Tom’s, we saw God move in apostolic ways—the blind were healed, the lame walked, and people worshiped with their whole hearts. There was fire and passion—it wasn’t a performance—none of this appeared to be for the benefit of the audience.

I noticed the same thing at Rock Harbor in Newport Beach, California. People weren’t spectators; they were fully engaged in worship. Some were clapping and raising their hands; others were on their faces before God. It reminded me of King David dancing before the Lord, worshiping God with every part of his being.

I witnessed raw, unscripted, genuine movements of God. Their worship wasn’t something that began at 8:30 and ended by 9:30. It wasn’t a way to attract people to the church. Their worship was inspired—God-breathed—it inhaled God’s presence and exhaled His will. These people weren’t attending a show; they were crying out to God, seeking him wholeheartedly, and left their gathering to involve themselves in community transformation.

No more church as usual 

That’s when I came back to Joy and felt sick to my stomach. The contrast between Joy and the transformational churches we visited on sabbatical was stark. We were entertaining people as a substitute for leading them into the presence of God. I fell on my face before God and prayed, “God, I am so sorry for what I’ve done.”

We didn’t need to tweak our methodology, we needed a modelectomy. If we were going to transform our people from consumers to empowered disciples, we needed radical changes.

At the next elder board meeting, I said, “I’m a different person. I want you to know that if I’m going to lead this church, we’re going to do things differently. What I want to know is if you still want me to be your pastor. If you don’t, I’ll leave, because I can’t continue to head in the direction we’re heading.”

After taking them through my sabbatical journey, I waited for their response.

“Pastor,” one elder said, “I’ve known something wasn’t quite right for some time. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but you’re right, we need to head in another direction.” Another elder spoke up: “I agree that our people are not biblically literate, and that needs to change. We need to do something about it.”

One by one, each of the seven elders affirmed that we needed to move from the attractional model to a discipleship model.

The vote was unanimous, and we began in a new direction.

Pruning and bearing fruit 

This wasn’t incremental change. It was immediate. We released all the paid performers and began to use volunteers with a heart for God to lead worship. We no longer asked musicians to dazzle us; we wanted worshipers to lead us.

But pruning is painful.

The crowds, who were expecting a show, went elsewhere. Before the exodus, we were 12,000 strong. During the exodus, we lost a third of our congregation.

It not only gutted our church, it devastated me. I’d look out over the empty seats and try to count, assessing the damage. Then I’d lose track. As I would start over, I’d hear God say, You are dishonoring me right now by doing that. Worship me. Enter into my presence. I’m present. It’s about me. It’s not about attendance figures.

I’d try to put it out of my mind on Monday and enjoy a day off, but waiting on my desk Tuesday morning would be a mountain of comment cards from disgruntled consumers:

“Everybody is leaving, don’t you care?”

“What’s happening around here? It used to be so lively and exciting. Now it feels like a funeral.”

“Walt, maybe it’s time for you to step down and let someone else take over.”

“All my friends are leaving. It just isn’t the same.”

“I don’t feel like I can invite my friends anymore. The music is terrible. I don’t like the sermons. Can’t you see that the ship is sinking?”

Like the Civil War, this change divided families. Some stayed, and some left. It was heart wrenching.

Pruning is painful. But pruning is also healthy.

As the spectators went out, true worship came in. At one of our first gatherings, I read Peter’s sermon on the Day of Pentecost from Acts 2. I summed up the Scripture by saying, “Believe. Be baptized. That’s what God says. Anybody want to be baptized?” Those dozen or so words were the extent of my sermon. That day over a hundred people gave their lives to Jesus, and we baptized them on the spot.

A new scorecard 

A new model meant we had to redefine what a “win” looks like. If we continued to use the same measuring stick for success, we were utter failures, especially since our attendance and the quality of our worship service sharply declined. Honestly, those things still matter to some extent, but they aren’t as important to us as producing empowered disciples. What does it profit a man if he builds a great church but loses community?

Instead of just counting the people and the offerings, now we look for evidence that people are breaking out of their private, cocooned lives and are fully engaged with God and serving him. We want them to do more than grab a cup of coffee in the lobby or meet someone new during the worship gatherings. We want them to go deep with one another. To be 3:00 a.m. friends—the kind of people others could call if they had an emergency. We encourage them to have a mentor and to be a mentor.

In the old days, we protected people’s anonymity; today we thrust them into community, doing life together. We used to invite them to attend church; now we invite them to be the church. I used to ask, “What can we do to get more people to attend our church?” Now I ask, “How can I best equip and empower the people to go be the church in the marketplace where God has called them to serve?”

Some of our people began house churches. Mike and Kim launched a “Taco Church.” The people worship together in their taco shop, and then share a meal together. Having church in a taco shop makes fellowship time easy, but it doesn’t lend itself to baptismal services very well. When they need to baptize, instead of taking the converts to Joy, Mike and Kim borrow the church’s portable baptistery and fill it with water from their hot tub at home. Not exactly the most efficient way to do ministry, but that’s the way marketplace ministry is. While inviting members to leave our church to start a Taco Church doesn’t increase our attendance, it does expand the Kingdom and fulfills our mission of equipping empowered disciples.

This isn’t social networking; it is ministry. Some will branch out and begin churches like Mike and Kim did, but even if they don’t, we expect them to be actively ministering to one another’s needs, even in life and death situations.

“Walt, my grandson is in the hospital, and I don’t think he is going to pull through,” Lee said. “Will you go and pray for him?”

“Sure, Lee, I could do that, but so could you. Come with me,” I said. We walked over to the altar, and I pulled out a small vial of oil. “Take this with you to the hospital and put a drop of oil on his forehead and pray that God will heal him.”

Before, the staff worked in a high control/low accountability environment. We controlled the programing and the people came if they wanted to come. The people had very little control and because of that, they had very little accountability. Now it is low control/high accountability. We have less control but hold the people accountable to transform their community.

I didn’t go to the hospital to minister to Lee’s grandson; Lee did. Instead of controlling the ministry, I held Lee accountable to minister to his community and gave him the tools he needed.

Lee went to the hospital to be a priest to his own family.

“Hold still, son. Grandpa is going to pray for you,” he said. The boy watched his grandfather’s trembling hands take the lid off the container, and listened to him pray.

“I ask in Jesus’ name that you heal my grandson,” Lee prayed, and then he placed a drop of oil on the boy’s forehead. Thirty-six hours later, his grandson returned home.

Today, that’s how we define success. One changed life and one empowered disciple at a time.


Walter Kallestad is pastor of Community Church of Joy in Phoenix, Arizona.

Copyright © 2008 by the author or Christianity Today International/Leadership Journal.