About the Author: Andrew Stephens-Rennie

Andrew Stephens-Rennie is a missional catalyst who delights in pioneering responsive, contextual solutions to the challenge of being church in the 21st Century. Andrew serves on staff at Christ Church Cathedral in Vancouver, BC as the Director of Ministry Innovation. He is the co-planter of the Cathedral’s St. Brigids congregation (www.stbrigid.ca). He enjoys consulting on new ministry development and church communications, or anything that can help make the church more awesome. Andrew also co-founded and blogs at www.empireremixed.com with Brian J. Walsh.

By |2017-05-25T15:32:02-04:00May 26th, 2017|Blog, Canadian Culture|Comments Off on Being Church

This post first appeared on EmpireRemixed.com. Reprinted with permission.

In this day and age, when we’re endlessly chattering about the “nones” and “dones,” what is it that brings people to, or keeps people coming to church?

Over the past decade, I’ve had this conversation with more congregational leaders than I can count. And it doesn’t matter how many folks I talk to, or what the denominational context, but the assumption always comes back to music. Change out the music, infuse it with something hip and fresh, and suddenly you’ve got a product ready to sell.

That’ll bring them in.

And sure. Maybe it will. But will it stick?

And what if it’s up to more than our marketing campaigns, facebook ad buys, and edgy new ways of being church?

What if it turns out, as my friend Jesse reminds me, that it’s been up to the Spirit all along? And what if it turns out we’ve been pushing her aside rather than inviting her into the work that we claim to be doing for the sake of the church, or the kingdom, or the gospel, or however we’ve framed it?

In recent years, Rachel Held Evans’ book Searching for Sunday has gotten a lot of (well-deserved) press. Some is positive. Some is negative. The typical arguments against her writings are rehearsed by fundamentalists, about how she doesn’t get it, about how the sacraments aren’t biblical, about, well, just about everything except the beautiful prose that narrates her particular journey as an evangelical into a liturgical church.

I recently combed my blog archives looking for an old post that I vaguely remembered. I eventually found this entry that inspired me to write once again today.

In April 2012, I wrote:

In all truth, I feel a bit church homeless. Anglicanism has felt much like home for the past four years, but that also involved the planting of a church that really takes some of these things into account. Now, in a new town, I feel at a loss. Are there no others out there who feel this way? Is there nobody in Vancouver who thinks the way I do? I don’t know, Rachel. They’re probably out there. And like me, they’re probably fitting restlessly into some other church’s pews waiting for something new to come along.

And that’s been the story. It’s been the story of this evangelical who is more-or-less at home in Anglicanism, and yet who still feels like an outsider in this place too. I’m often seen as a fresh voice advocating for young people in the aging Canadian Anglican church. But that can be lonely work.

My own journey from Evangelicalism to the liturgical traditions of the Anglican church have, at times, left me feeling naked and vulnerable. Perhaps there isn’t room for me and my off-the-wall ideas, after all. Perhaps I should not hope that this denomination and its bishops and synods and priests, and deacons, and congregations will change enough to weather the storms of decline it finds itself in.

But then, where’s God in that version of the story?

Am I alone in this? Is there nobody like me in this place? Is there room for me to be me in this church, or am I still wandering in the wilderness?

Has the spirit led me here, or is this some bizarro ego trip?

Where and how and when will the person I am be valued for who I am, and not who I could be

Am I just yelling into the wind, or are there others in this tradition who are seeking more of what I am seeking – a place where we may have journeyed beyond the culture wars, but where we can bring some of the gifts of evangelicalism with us?

Are there others here in Vancouver on the fringes of the church – no matter what the denomination – who miss being with other people who talk about their faith with passion and conviction?

Are there others who value familiarity with scripture and gain life from intensive bible studies?

Are there others who are trying to work out what it means to cultivate a holistic personal spirituality?

Are there others who crave sermons that step on toes, and cause us to re-evaluate our assumptions about the world, the gospel, and our role in light of all that?

I realized while on retreat that this is the community I crave.

That I need more of these people in my life, as well as those who I’ve been blessed to meet in the mainline church and the wider world who do challenge my assumptions about the way it is from other directions.

I guess I’m looking to be a part of a community that listens deeply to God’s call together, and then goes to do something about that. Together.

Like Jesus-followers. Like disciples. Stumbling, fumbling, dumbass disciples who are trying to get it right, and doing miserably. But are doing it together.

This is the kind of community that is on my mind day and night. This is the kind of community that needs to be called more fully into being. Not just because it’s the community I crave, but because it seems to me that God might actually use such a community to extend love and redemption and reconciliation and justice and forgiveness in this city.

The way God uses all kinds of church communities.

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Five years ago, I wrote:

I just wonder who has the guts and the vision to pull it off.

And two years after that, I realized that the asker of the question sometimes has to reckon with the possibility that part of the answer might lie within.

And I’m grateful. There are some of us. We’ve made a start.

I guess I’m just wondering. Are there others out there with similar hopes, with similar visions who are feeling the winds of God’s wind blowing fresh, and who want to figure out what it means to live in that spirit, right here in Vancouver.

photo credit: Jessica Binger Bejnar