Day Twenty Four - How to Be Content Nameless

Covid .... what a year ... what a journey for the Body of a Christ and the local church community. I certainly did not sign up to only be an online preacher and I am telling you we are purely exhausted from recording at home. And my neighbours joke and say how is it going being a tele-evangelist??? Although secretly I feel they are all watching and I love that.

but I love local church . a faith community and i love gathering in the House of God and I love scattering as a community because I think both are a taste of heaven on earth ... and I feel like the Daughters of Z showed up in what was their context of church .. and it was there in that gathering that they cried out with their bold voices and stood strong in their bold presence.

But what frustrates me so much is that for every woman who cannot find her place in local church context because quite literally she does not have permission, there are also so many people questioning why showing up and contributing matters, even when they have permission.

So here is the blog I read every few months to myself and to a generation who does love sitting around and undermining the relevance of the local church context.

"It’s sexy among young people—my generation—to talk about ditching institutional religion and starting a revolution of real Christ-followers living in real community without the confines of church. Besides being unbiblical, such notions of churchless Christianity are unrealistic. It’s immaturity actually, like the newly engaged couple who think romance preserves the marriage, when the couple celebrating their golden anniversary know it’s the institution of marriage that preserves the romance.

Without the God-given habit of corporate worship and the God-given mandate of corporate accountability, we will not prove faithful over the long haul.

What we need are fewer revolutionaries and a few more plodding visionaries. That’s my dream for the church—a multitude of faithful, risktaking plodders.

The best churches are full of gospel-saturated people holding tenaciously to a vision of godly obedience and God’s glory, and pursuing that godliness and glory with relentless, often unnoticed, plodding consistency.

My generation in particular is prone to radicalism without followthrough. We have dreams of changing the world, and the world should take notice accordingly. But we’ve not proved faithful in much of anything yet. We haven’t held a steady job or raised godl