Country Club Singles
- Thursday, October 23, 2008
When did we trade in “come as you are” for “you can’t come in”?
The longer you live, the longer your list of “things I never thought I would see” grows, and here’s one that made my jaw drop open. A friend who lives in a large metropolitan area and is active in her church’s singles activities called to chat one day, needing a sympathetic ear and moral support. I listened as she vented about the frustrations she faced in her singles group—the disparity between men and women, good friends disappearing from the planet once they got married, a new awkwardness between her and a woman she once counted as a friend. As we talked I tried to encourage her, as friends do, but then she dropped this bombshell on me.
“The fellowship group I used to attend went defunct, and a few of the singles started a new group. I was excited to hear about it and asked when the group met. They told me they had decided to keep it small, and members had to vote on whether or not to let new people in.”
The horrible verdict: She was not allowed into the new group.
As her words sank in, I blinked in confusion, sure I had heard something wrong. But she confirmed my worst fears—this group, probably unbeknownst to the church’s leadership, had essentially created a “country club” singles fellowship. This elite group of singles, drawn together by their mutual camaraderie and high ratings on the popularity scale, had flown in the face of everything Christianity stands for:
- a “come as you are” mandate
- being inclusive rather than exclusive
- each “preferring the other” over oneself
- spreading peace, not division
- loving the unlovely, even when it’s uncomfortable
Years ago I attended a small church fellowship that met in an elementary school cafeteria on the old side of town. A friend invited me there, and as “uncushy” as the church was, there was nonetheless something vibrant and real about it. I finally pinpointed this special something—the people (and their faith in God) were genuine. A mixture of young and old, black and white, wealthy and poor, married and single, the congregation reminded me of the hodgepodge, composite-of-society model the early church must have resembled as the apostles gathered together all who were hungry to hear the teachings of Christ.
The cafeteria church’s zeal to reach out to “all who would come” extended so far we weren’t surprised when we showed up one Sunday morning and found a homeless man sitting on the back row. He smelled unpleasant and had horrible teeth, but the congregation drew him in with open arms. Over the next few months I watched as Charlie’s life changed radically—not just his newfound faith and a smile that replaced his sad countenance, but purpose and meaning through a job, a place to live, and acceptance into society.
My time spent among that community of believers challenged me to step out of my comfort zone—indeed thrust me into an “uncomfortable zone”—and opened my eyes to the paradox of unity and diversity God intended for His church. We were a diverse bunch, all right. And there were so few singles that we got thrown into the mix of “regular” people in the congregation, not cordoned off to do our own activities our own way. That practice, which sprang out of necessity due to our small numbers, always struck me as more natural than the singles-segregation we often practice within larger churches.
But don’t let this glowing description paint a picture of a perfect church. There’s no such thing, I’ve discovered. As with any group of human beings, we each brought our own baggage with us. Still, by struggling through those issues and finding the unity born out of love, we emerged closer than before.
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