Tumbling in the Sand
“The church is going to hell in a handbasket.”
This is a phrase I hear periodically. I especially hear it from people who think that the church shouldn’t change, that it should have stayed the way it was when they were kids. My response has usually been to try to understand what it is that is so abhorrent to the person who is saying this and to listen; but recently I heard the comment and I thought to myself, “Well maybe it should.” Yes, you read that right: maybe the church should go to hell; after all, that’s where Jesus went.
You know, every week we profess in the creeds that Jesus Christ descended to the dead (or hell, depending on the translation) and every week we try harder and harder to avoid going there ourselves, as though by our good piety, our good theology, our special little community, we would get to heaven.
Maybe the problem with the church isn’t that we’re on our way to hell but that we’ve worked so hard not to go there that we’ve forgotten who the gospel is for: the broken, condemned, and hurting; the people who are excluded from the community; the people living in hell on earth. Maybe the problem with the church isn’t that we’re not good enough but that we’re too good for Jesus’ good news.
Again and again in the gospels we read about God in Jesus ending up on the outside, on the condemned side, on the uncomfortable side. And if we were honest with ourselves, that’s where we end up too. We look, week after week, more like goats than sheep; more like weeds that wheat; more like the guy who showed up dressed all wrong for the wedding and the servants who fell asleep waiting for their master’s return. The problem is, we are not honest with ourselves. We think that somehow because of Jesus, we won’t be left as a goat or we won’t be burned like weeds or we won’t be punished for falling asleep—even if (when) we do.
The thing is, is that Jesus’ path to heaven wound it’s way through hell first and the Lenten journey to the empty tomb makes an abrupt stop at the cross. The gospel isn’t some sort of fire insurance, instead it is the truth that after we go to hell, we will find heaven breaking in—even there—and that no place is beyond God’s redemption—not even the church itself.
Amen + Amen! We are a people of the resurrection called to let go + let God. I’ve always seen the “handbasket” as God holding us in God’s abundant grace + mercy, so WHEN we are “in hell in a handbasket” we are reminded of a God of love who accompanies us + protects us no matter what. The basket of God’s saving grace + abounding love does not burn, but envelops us, lifts us up and carries us forever.
Every generation discovers God in a different way (the Jesus Movement of the 70s, the Azusa street revival). the challenge for the young believers is not to divorce themselves from the older generation and to peacefully work with them. the challenge of the older believers is to understand the young ones and not to write them completely off.
You sure have that right! Though maybe our biggest problem is the way that we divide ourselves, forgetting that ever generation is still journeying and no one has it figured out on their own.
How many hundreds of years running and we protestants still cant stop branching off?
Interesting thoughts. Thanks for sharing. Connie