Eight years ago, we started running “Breakfast Church” from our home. It was kind of a simple church/organic/missional community thing. 5 couples, two kids, a few singles, gathering together to have breakfast, share our lives and talk “God stuff”. We all loved it. It was deep, and meaningful, and the accountability and intensity challenged us and helped us grow. A few years in, it turned into “Baby Club” as five babies were born, and it ended up logistically difficult to host the chaos at anyone’s house. We all stayed relationally close and connected, but drifted back into mainstream churches on Sunday mornings.
The other day, one of the guys commented that it had taken him years to get back into “regular church”. It made me realise that all of that group are now a bit jaded and cynical about the format of institutional church services. Sitting in rows and listening passively to sermons, week after week after week, makes no sense anymore. It feels bizarre and wrong to never have the opportunity to contribute, to respond or to be actively involved in ministering to one another during the central gathering of God’s people.
Have we done the wrong thing? Have we “spoiled” these people for the normal way of doing church?