The Perfect Church


Background: I don’t have a very good track record when it comes to churches. How many have I voluntarily left or been asked to leave? Five. That’s embarrassing!

    Yet I think it makes me uniquely qualified to answer the pesky question, “What would the perfect church look like?” I’m going to ignore the Grouch Marx quote, “I don’t want to belong to any club that will accept people like me as a member.”

Story: There’s no dress code. It’s come-as-you-are. Better yet, everyone wears a burlap bag (Psalm 69:11) with the optional paper bag over the head for total anonymity. Egos are checked at the door. The smartest guy in the room, and those who suck up all the oxygen are put on janitor duty.

    The pastor has been demoted. There’s no pulpit up front. He’s now a facilitator, an air traffic controller. More on that later.

    As the people arrive, they register at a check-in desk. Here a list is being compiled of those who want to share and what. “When you come together, everyone has a hymn, or a word of instruction, a revelation, a tongue or an interpretation.” (1st Corinthians 14:26)

    Worship and teaching have been integrated so it’s a single organic, seamless experience. The pastor becomes the conductor of a ragtag orchestra of saints, trusting that the Holy Spirit is at work in people’s lives during the week. They come with gifts, bearing insight and wisdom.

    The service is built around breaking down and elucidating God’s Word.

    Concurrently the musicians are looking for “hooks” and phrases to latch onto, building an underlying musical theme.

As the service progresses, people are drawn in, participating, having fun, singing, diagramming, teaching, dancing (simple stuff that involves groups, not solo displays). No passivity allowed! Gone are half-asleep sponges slumped over in pews, dutifully soaking up and promptly forgetting brilliant biblical exegesis the pastor pounded out during the week while everyone else was working and living.

    Is it possible to have too much fun? I don’t think so but since I’m an introvert, after a couple hours I’m ready to retreat to my cave.

I    n the end, it’s been an unforgettable experience. All my senses have been tapped. I’ve truly walked with Jesus, not just heard about Him. It was like being on a movie set, only this was a music video and I’m sweaty. I’ve gained insight into scripture. I’ve been heard and respected, as has everyone else. That alone is worth the price of admission! I’ve got musical grooves reverberating in my brain the rest of the week. I’m looking forward to next time.

    Could this even be a daily experience? A week seems so far away.

    Such a church begins and ends with each person being steeped in God’s Word, all the while struggling to walk in the Spirit on a daily basis.

Comments: This will never happen. Pastors aren’t this versatile. They’re trained to drone and musicians are trained to play songs from a list. People are expected to be seen, reach into their pockets for money and not be heard.

    Okay, now that everyone’s left the room, I’m ready to try it with the sort of folks David attracted when he was on the run from Saul. “All those who were in distress or in debt or discontented gathered around him, and he became their leader. About four hundred men were with him.” (1st Samuel 22:2)

Look Up:

Traveling to other universes

How I Got Kicked Out:

A Sort-of Cult

Once Before Time:

A Story You’ll Never Forget

Entangled Up in You:

The Quantum Secret


My Spiritual Biography

Clothesline Theory:

The Future Hangs On It

Bible Codes and DNA:

Life is a Strand

The Perfect Church:

I Can Always Dream

Falling in Love:

God and Betty

Bubble Boy:

Free will is a joke

Look! The Cross:

It’s Everywhere

Cross Shopping:

When Satan almost fooled Jesus


Power Meal

A Quick Look at Eternity:

The Big Picture

Take Me Home:

Home Page


Let’s Talk

Life’s a Script:

Book of Life


The UFO Connection

Jesus, this hurts!