So yes, we felt called to write this book. But the process hasnt been easy. Weve started each new chapter only to find that its themes were playing out in our everyday life. Its been true for us and even for our boys. These subjects have hit a little too close to home at times, but thats okay. We understand that nothing eternally significant happens without a certain amount of sacrifice.
As you read these pages, you may find that you disagree with a point or two. Church planting has its controversies and gray areas. We can only share what weve come to believe through our own journey, in the hope that others may find a nugget here and there to make their own experiences healthier and more effective. However, well promise you this: well be unflinchingly honest about the path weve traveled.
Now we invite you to share in the journey as we walk it again, with its high points and also its dark valleys. Church planting is difficult, unpredictable, and exhausting. But through it all, weve never ceased to believe that Jesus Christ and his church remain the one hope for this struggling world. Thats why the sacrifice is worthwhile, and its also why were excited about this new, massive movement of church planting. God is doing an amazing thing.
Weve seen it from the front lines and were honored to have this opportunity to share it with you.
We Are What We Build (and Build What We Are)
Im tagging along with Amy at the grocery store. Its my day off. Were walking through the produce section and chatting about what makes a great salad. The produce section is my favorite part of the store; Im a fruit-oholic.
I push the cart around the first aisle, and now were in the canned foods section soup, beans, pineapple chunks. Amy loves it when I shop with her, because I always throw extra things in the cart! Im a little impatient as I lean on the handle. Were in a hurry to get to the theater. We rarely miss our Friday afternoon movie date. The PA system plays a song I like. I hum along and do some people watching and see a face I know in the coffee aisle. Well call him Bill.
Bill has one of those handheld baskets on his arm. I see that What are you doing here? look on his face. For some reason, people are usually surprised to encounter their pastor at the grocery store. I clap a hand on Bills shoulder. How you been, man?
He hesitates for just a moment. Good. Im good. You?
Whats up with Bill? He seems a little uncomfortable. My mind sorts through the Bill files and tells me I havent seen his family at church for a while. So maybe thats it: absentee guilt. I need to subtly let him know that Im not here to play the attendance card, so Im extra friendly. I hear your boys going out for football. You must be excited.
Oh Yeah, thats right. He is, says Bill. He looks down at the Colombian Blend in his hand for a moment, then says, Brian, Ive been meaning to tell you; weve been going to another church. He looks as if hes afraid Im going to grab him by the throat and start choking him.
Okay, well, thats great, I say, with a smile to let him know that its all good. Which church? He tells me. Lots of good things going on there, I say. Their pastor is a friend of mine.
Yeah, says Bill, relaxing a bit, a burden sliding from his shoulders. Still, it feels as if the two of us are in a funeral home, standing before the casket. I just hang loose for a minute, because if I walk away now, it will seem abrupt as if I have no interest in someone who is no longer part of my church. Bill says, Its just, you know, its just more um, right for my family where we are now.
Tell me a little more about that, I say. Im interested.
Well, Bill says slowly, I dont know, I guess we feel were getting