Being “Family”

Alex, a UCC Minister (and onetime fellow student at Andover Newton Theological School), recently gave voice in his blog to some really excellent and cogent thoughts on the nature and ramifications of seeing our congregation(s) as “family.”  (That blog entry, entitled “The trouble with Being a ‘Church Family’ can be found here.)

And he is absolutely right: conceiving of our church as a family can exclude or intimidate many who are looking for (and need) acceptance and affirmation.  Acceptance into membership within a family can be difficult, it usually takes a long period of courtship or else birth (into the family) to achieve it.  Churches are no different, as we all know.  So, if Church is a family, says Alex, then it is a very different kind of family, one that is not insular, one that is not a closed system.

Now, I do envision church as a family, but a very different sort of family.  I see my congregation as being one local expression of the “Family of God” – which is a very large family, indeed!  …A family consisting of all of God’s people, and even of all creatures in God’s Creation- past, present and future.

In that light, the challenge in being a member of a “Church Family” is to recognize that anyone who walks through the door already is part of our family.  So, the challenge is not for the newcomer or outsider, but for us: one of how we are to affirm and embrace everyone as family from the moment we first encounter them. We certainly don’t want to overwhelm people the moment they walk through our doors, but we also don’t want to raise barriers that would frustrate them in their search for fellowship, or healing, or nourishment of their faith.

Ultimately, we are constantly always involved with one sort of family or another, usually more than one.  A Church can be one of those families.  As such, it is best to remember that in a healthy family, each member is celebrated and supported for who they are, not condemned for who they are not.  God loves each of us without exception or limitation;  and so we are called to love everyone else in turn, and without exception or limitation.

In the end, Alex and I both agree: we are all part of the same family, but it is a very different sort of family: one without boundaries or barriers to membership within it.

Amen.

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A Veteran’s Day Message

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The American Cemetery at Romagne-sous-Montfaucon, where many of the 26,000 Americans who died in the 47 day long Meuse-Argonne Offensive (at the end of WWI) are buried.

This week, 96 years ago, at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, the conflict known as WWI ended when the Armistice went into effect – an event we now celebrate as “Veterans Day”.

I probably would not be writing this today if it weren’t for that Armistice.

My Grandfather was a soldier in France, a corporal, in the fall of 1918.  Although he’d been in the military for some time (at first ill for several months with what may have been the infamous “Spanish Flu”, then in an artillery unit), his first taste of face to face combat with the enemy was set for a couple of days after that symbolic day that ended the war.  He and a team of soldiers were to attack a German fortification (which he termed a “castle”) with the goal of diverting attention from the main attack elsewhere.  In military terms, “divert” means “get shot at,” which is why he and his fellows called these teams “Suicide Squads.” The survival rate was typically under 5% – if they were doing their jobs right (and my grandfather never did anything “halfway” in his entire life).

He and his fellow soldiers in that squad survived only because the diplomats agreed to end the war at that symbolic time, and did not drag out negotiations for a couple of more days.  If they’d delayed for only a day or two, I might never have existed.

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