Can I vent? I get so tired when I hear criticism of how missions is being done. People talk in lofty terms about their missiology and I even find myself guilty occasionally of throwing words like contextualization and incarnational around tempted to feel like I have to follow the hippest trends. Our missions is too x. The way we view people groups is too y. Short term missions is too z.
Maybe I'm being too defensive, but if you can't work at fixing it, if you're not willing to immerse yourself in the 'problem' you're talking about, if you're comfortable sitting back and dissecting something theologically without getting your hands dirty do us all a favor and keep your mouth shut. Just keep busy loving people more. Don't bring someone down who is pouring their heart out for Jesus, doing the best they can. So what if their methods are old school? I say, if you disagree, just do it differently. Find what works and let your fruit do the talking. Until then, zip it.
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The Sunken Church
This blog follows the life, ministry and adventures of the Casey family. We were missionaries in Ancona, Italy from 2000 until 2011. We are now adventuring in the US of A, experimenting with running a business, growing a garden, raising a family and challenging the Church to break outside the box and adopt new forms to reach a new generation with the truth of the Gospel.
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About Me
- Jason Casey
- Born in Santiago, Chile I have grown up on the move - lived in some 15 different homes. I am a 'word' person - enjoying almost anything to do with books and literature. I love exploring God's great world and helping people find their place in it.
sunken
The story goes like this:
There once was a church down by the port in Ancona, Italy. With the passing of time, shaken by earthquakes and beaten by the winds, the foundations of the church crumbled and the church toppled into the sea. A friend of ours shared with us that she remembers, as a little girl, playing along the pier and seeing the remains of the church under the water. She remembers seeing the cross from the top of the church under the surface. She told us that some say that if the wind was strong enough and the waves choppy enough, you could even hear the bells...
The story leads to this question:
If we were to raise her out of the water, if we were to restore her completely to what she was originally intended to be...what would she look like? If we were to remove her from all the traditions that humankind has surrounded her with and drowned her in...who would she be?
1 comment:
Oh my ... did I miss a staff meeting? :)
Just kidding - I hear you friend. Unfortunately it's something I'm all too often guilty of: pointing out a negative without having a positive alternative.
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