CCDA Conference Recap

There were quite a few highlights from the CCDA conference last week.  Like I mentioned before, this was my first CCDA conference and I wasn’t sure what to expect.  I bumped into a few friends from around the country, got to room with my dad who was there with a couple of folks from his church in New Jersey, and ate delicious arepas – the Venezuelan food of my childhood – from a food truck.

Liberty to the Captives Our Call to Minister in a Captive World, Ray RiveraThe session on urban church planting I helped with seemed to go well; it was a smaller group which allowed for a lot of conversation and brainstorming around questions raised by the participants.  My favorite plenary session featured Rev. Dr. Ray Rivera preaching about captivity theology including four biblical responses to ministry in the context of captivity.  Rev. Rivera is from NYC and is a mentor to a couple of church planter friends from that city.  I’m looking forward to getting into his new book, Liberty to the Captives.

I arrived in Minneapolis on Wednesday morning in time for my session and left Friday afternoon for my flight home so I missed the final 24 hours of the conference.  All in all it was a great introduction to CCDA and I’m grateful for the many, many folks who worked to put on this excellent event.  Interestingly, the session that has provoked the most follow-up thought, in addition to Rev. Rivera’s sermon, was one I found myself disagreeing with.  I’ll come back to that in a subsequent post.

A New Sunday Home

For the first couple of years of our church’s short existence we’ve meet at an elementary school on the northern edge of Bronzeville.  It’s been a great place for us in so many ways, including a partnership with the community at the school.  The only downside was the massive rent that we paid each month, an amount set not by the school but by the larger bureaucracy.  For about a year we’ve kept our eyes open for a new location that would allow less of our church budget to be spent on the facility.  Earlier this summer we located an excellent space in a park district facility – on the southern edge of the neighborhood – and this morning we made the move.

Putting together our storage shed. Photo by Esther K.

The move went exceptionally well and in some ways symbolized something important about our church: we’re in it together.  There were a few time this morning when I couldn’t find something to do; everyone pitched in and in less than three hours we were done.

Tomorrow we begin weekly worship at Kennicott Park.  It will take a few weeks to get used to our new home but, if you’re local, I hope you’ll visit us one of these Sundays.

Chick-Fil-A, Boycotts, & the Power of Brands

Last week I adapted my Chick-fil-A post for Leadership Journal and yesterday I contributed a follow-up article.  I promise: No more posts about Chick-fil-A after this.  Though, to be fair, this one is less about chicken and more about church.

A crowd gathers for Chick-fil-A Day in Florida. Photo by PCHS-NJROTC (cc).

It turns out that boycotts are great for business. Last Wednesday Chick-fil-A broke previous sales records as costumers came out it droves to purchase chicken sandwiches and waffle fries in support of the fast food joint. Speaking his mind about marriage may have been the savviest accidental business move CEO Dan Cathy ever made.

Some of the comments on my first post questioned whether there is a connection between the threatened boycott of Chick-fil-A and the power of brands. I appreciate the pushback, but the massive outpouring of solidarity (and dollars) on Chick-fil-A Day makes me think I’m on to something. To recap: when our personal identities become enmeshed with that of a company whose product we love but whose values we come to question, we may experience a crisis of identity. At this point many choose to boycott. Or, in the case of Chick-fil-A Day, others come to the rescue of a corporation they feel represents their values. Either way, the chosen response says a lot about where we find out identities.

More than one comment made the case that supporting Chick-fil-A had nothing to do with identity or branding; rather, it was an opportunity to affirm besieged Christian values. As one person put it, “I don’t think we have to find any thing sinister or unhealthy in the Christians who take offense at the attack and react by going to get a sandwich. They are not being commercially ‘branded,’ they are simply expressing themselves in a concrete way on a conviction of deep concern.” Many of Chick-fil-A’s supporters probably share this sentiment but it’s not the whole story.

Read the rest on the Leadership Journal site.

Ekklesia Project Gathering: Slow Church

Last week I attended my second Ekklesia Project gathering located, conveniently enough for me, on the campus of Loyola University in Chicago.   There is a lot about this group  I really like and Debra Dean Murphy has a great summary of the gathering that points out much of what I appreciate.

In plenary sessions, break-out discussion groups, and workshops we wondered together what it means to cultivate this kind of slow, patient witness in a fast, anxious world. Jonathan Wilson framed the challenge as two competing narratives: the story of death and the story of life. In the latter story, our story, we claim “the fecundity of the kingdom” as a means for living into the gracious plenty of God’s peace.

In a conversational-style presentation, Stanley Hauerwas and Kyle Childress talked slow. I mean, slow church. (They’re Texans, after all). Evident in all they said was the deep, abiding friendship between them. Their well-delivered one-liners (Kyle: “My church members get called ‘socialists’ because we believe in recycling”; Stanley: “You resist the church growth bullsh*t by going limp”) communicated wisdom born of a lifetime of trying to live faithfully as pastor and professor, respectively. And they made us laugh a lot.

Phil Kenneson patiently, skillfully reminded us of what we know to be true of our life together and our life in God: the gift of God’s presence in the church and the world makes possible the gift of our being present – truly, fully, faithfully - to one another. Three dimensions of this real, human presence are abiding (the condition for receptivity), devotion (the lavish giving of ourselves), and attention (an intense openness toward another). In taking the time to know and be known, to see and be seen, we practice something of the mutual indwelling that is the very life of God.

As much as I’ve learned from the Ekklesia Project, I’m not sure how at home I am among these good people.  This seems most poignant in the lack of diversity among the participants. I felt this play out in a session called “Food, Faith and the Cultivating of Taste.”  The presenters’ objective was to show how the appreciation of local and fresh food must be cultivated when we have become accustomed to highly-processed “food-like” stuffs.  They then made the connection with life-long discipleship, how our devotion and allegiance to Jesus also requires us to learn what is true and good.

I’ve written about these sorts of issues on this blog and am sympathetic to the presenters interests and concerns.  My discomfort came from what was left out of the presentation, namely that the local food and agriculture so admired by the presenters carries for many a memory of captivity, forced labor, subsistence, and oppression.  How, I wonder, does this topic and the way it was discussed sound to those whose view of farming and food was shaped in ways radically different than most of us in the room?

Perhaps the scope of the gathering’s participants and memory will increase in coming years but regardless I hope to continue attending.  I’ve learned much from these folks and have incorporated some of the Ekklesia Project’s resources into our own congregation.  It may simply be implicit of a multi-ethnic church that few tribes exist within which we can truly feel at home.

Experience Matters

Another article I wrote for the Undocumented blog has now been posted.

“Many church members are too afraid to come to church anymore.”  I was attending a meeting of ministry leaders when the well-respected Hispanic pastor stood to share.  He told us how the police had begun parking near their church building on Sunday mornings, watching as church members came to the service.  “Some of our members have been deported,” the pastor said plainly.  Others, regardless of their immigration status, were afraid to risk an encounter with law enforcement and had begun skipping Sunday worship.

The debate about immigration reform is confusing and there is much about the technicalities that escapes me.  Here’s what was not confusing as I listened to this man grieve over those he has been called to pastor: experience matters.  The way he thinks about immigration is strongly shaped by his real life experience with it.  And if experience has shaped his perspective then it has no less shaped yours and mine.

Read the rest at Undocumented.tv.