772 - Community Effort
Spirituality Column #772
August
31, 2021
Common
Christianity / Uncommon Commentary
Community
Effort
By
Bob Walters
“They devoted
themselves to the apostles’ teaching and to the fellowship, to the breaking of
bread, and to prayer. … And the Lord added to their number daily
those who were being saved.” – Acts 2:42, 47
Twenty
years ago today I didn’t know Jesus.
But
20 years ago this week, Sept. 2, 2001 – a Sunday – Jesus found a very surprised
me sitting in church in Indianapolis.
It’s an old story I love to tell.
In
August of 2001 my then-8th grade son Eric asked, at the dinner
table, “How come we don’t go to church?” The kids on his junior high school bus in
Carmel, Ind., had been talking about which churches they went to, and Eric simply
wondered why we didn’t. I hadn’t been to
church on a Sunday by choice since I was an Episcopal altar boy about Eric’s
age, fully 30 years earlier.
But
… kid wants to go to church? Let’s take
him to church.
Here
I leave out a big chunk of the story, but Sunday, Sept. 2, 2001, we came
through the door of East 91st Street Christian Church, dropped Eric
and his younger brother John off in what to me was a surprisingly and
unexpectedly welcoming and nice youth area, and then headed to the service.
Let
me be clear: I was not looking for Jesus.
I wasn’t looking for anything, except to fulfil my son’s desire to
experience “church.” And here we were;
so, mission accomplished. But when I got
into the service, I found something else surprising and unexpected … and it was
the people; it was the church.
Jesus
wasn’t sitting up front with a bait box, hooks, trout creel, and tissues No … I saw hundreds of friendly, polite,
happy people, obviously drawn together in a freedom, love, purpose, and joy that
was both totally alien to me but strangely, unexpectedly, and immediately
recognizable. I wanted to know more, and
the Spirit met me right there, with a peace and a promise in my heart that God
would take my faith seriously.
The
Spirit sealed the deal with the gentle, happy tears on my cheeks; assuring deliverance
of that holy promise. It was my “Awake
Date” – the day I awoke in the Spirit. I was baptized three months later. It was the church, not sacrifice, that got
me.
My point is
that our communion we share as believers is one of love and joy in the purpose
and service of glorifying God by sharing the truth of Jesus Christ, together,
in fellowship. The bread and cup of
communion, to me, represent fellowship and life, moreso than a broken body of punishment
and the shed blood of death.
Our sins are
terrible, and Jesus’s sacrifice was terrible.
But Jesus instructed his disciples to break bread in fellowship with Him
and each other, and Jesus called the cup “the blood of the New Covenant” … for
Jesus is the Covenant of life, love, faith, sacrifice, joy, truth … and eternal
hope.
I
give thanks to the global body of believers for their fellowship, and thank the
Lord for the life to which we are restored by his blood. It’s a community effort.
Walters
(rlwcom@aol.com) used this church fellowship story as a communion
meditation at E91 this past Sunday. We
often meet His church before we meet Jesus. Btw, Sept. 2, 2001, just happened
to be the day E91 celebrated the 50-year anniversary of the ministry of Russ
Blowers, who became a dear friend as he was to everyone who knew him. Russ had a way of helping people open up to
the Spirit … together.