What We Do

This is part two of What Kind of Church is this.  I think there will be a part three named What We Believe. As I said earlier, most people new to a church want to know what we do and what we believe.  It would seem the two things should go together and I wouldn't need a separate blog post, but alas, this is not the case here.  I have been going to church since I can remember, thanks to my parents who were faithful in making me come with them.  We have always attended an Anglican church, but most of them were Episcopal. There is way too much to discuss to get into the differences of the two, and it really isn't important here, so we will just skip that part. All Episcopal/Anglican churches have a few things in common.  When most everyone is seated, excluding late-comers, the priests come in from the back following a procession of someone carrying the cross, followed by a couple candles and some other people in robes.  I love the procession of the cross. When I was a kid I used to make my grandfather carry the cross around the house as I followed him singing hymns. We didn't really have a cross, so he carried my horse head on a stick. A toy we played with. I know there must be a name for it, but you can picture it. At our church we have many different people that carry the cross, and they all have their own style. One of our carriers has earned the name "cross-ninja" by the band.  This guy carries the cross with his hands upside down, as if he is ready to flip the cross around and take someone out. Anyway, we do "the parade." Then we sing.  We sing for quite a while, maybe 10-15 minutes sometimes. All Anglican churches have music, but the style varies. Ours is a more modern setting, using keyboard, drums, bass, guitars, etc.  Our church likes to sing; most of them do anyway. It always makes me smile to see a new person looking around after the second song. I can hear them thinking "how long does this last?" We then read from the Bible. Usually 3 readings. One from the Old Testament, one from the New Testament, and one from the "Gospel" books (Matthew, Mark, Luke, John).  After that you will hear a message for about 20 minutes. Pretty standard church stuff up to this point.  During the service we also pray. We read ancient prayers, we read not-so ancient prayers, we pray our own prayers.  We sit, we stand, we kneel, and do it all over again.  It's like a form of Anglican Aerobics. We share a greeting with everyone in the church.  Most people think the service is over at this point because it sure looks like it is. People get up and wander around saying hello to their friends.  It is like a seventh inning stretch. We are almost done...more than half-way for sure.  We then take your money...oh sorry...we ask for tithes and offerings.  I really am not making fun of this part. Jesus talks more about money than anything else in the Bible. People have a problem with money and things coming before God. The Bible tries to teach us if we can give these things up freely, we can follow God freely. That includes not worrying about where the money goes after you give it.  God deals with those who abuse it.  I like how our bulletin tells visitors they are not expected to give, but our ushers will be sure to pass that plate in front of them with an expectant look. The last part of the service is communion. It is where we eat the styrofoam wafers and drink wine or grape juice.  We now even offer gluten-free wafers. I don't even know what that means but it makes some people happy, so good for us. In the Bible, Jesus tells us about the last supper and says "do this in remembrance of Me"!  I am not sure how any church can ignore this part of the Bible, especially when the letters are in red. So we do that in the service. This is the one part I get, and yet, it is the one part many churches leave out of a service. So there you have it. We parade, sing, read, pray, talk, do the stuff Jesus tells us to do, and then go outside to have a smaller "people-version" of church. That is where we parade (outside), sing (the song stuck in our heads), read (the bulletin), talk (to each other), give money (to our kids for lunch), eat (donuts and drink coffee), then go (home). New Covenant Church.  Its what we do.

What Kind of Church Is This?

What kind of church is this? This is the most common question as people enter our doors. Our sign out front says New Covenant Church. People understand we are a church, that part was clear.  But what kind of stuff happens in our church?  That's what they really want to know. I can tell because as soon as the word "Anglican" comes out, the look on their face sort of glosses over in thought.  In their heads they are checking their list of resources from old movies, TV shows, 20/20 reports of cults, etc.  Have they ever heard of an Anglican Church? Mostly no. We are non non-denominational (that sure sounds redundant but it is true). We belong to the Church of England, does that clear it up? We are not any kind of "first" church; First Baptist, First Presbyterian, First United Methodist.  But maybe we should be. I have never seen a First Anglican Church of Winter Springs so we probably could make that claim. Besides, how much easier is it to come up with a name for your church than to use the town and then say you are the first to put a church there.  Sorry for late-comers.  Second Baptist Church of Oviedo...I don't think so. Second United Methodist Church of Orlando is really not how things are done around here. One per town please. Find another town, or denomination.  Or like the Catholics, instead of numbering our churches we could just use a holy name as the church name and say it is the church of The Most Holy Grail, or the church of Saint Denis.  Probably never heard of that guy, have you? He was the first Bishop of Paris, and was beheaded. He is the patron saint of....you can't make this stuff up....headaches.  Anyway, we are not a cool trendy church like Northpointe (the "e" makes it trendy), or Journey, Elevation, Carpenter's Shed, etc.  Just New Covenant, as in the promise God made to his people.  And we are Anglican. Not the Angel-ican church as our fire alarm people say when they call me.  I have thought of a new angle on our Anglican name (now that was punny). Anglers are fishers, therefore we could be the Angler's Church....fishers of men!  So you see, we could be trendy if we wanted, or first, or anything else.  So what's in a name, you ask?  The stuff we do, and the stuff we believe.  Neither of which I have explained in this post.  And that, my friends, is how it works. Better to discover what kind of church it is by sitting in a service. Come check us out this Sunday! And don't worry, stay tuned for part two on the stuff we believe and the stuff we do. Feel free to comment below, repost if you like, or just tell me what you think when you see me on Sunday!

LOST and Holy Week

Ah, the blessings of planning an event. Not just any event. We are talking Holy Week.  It's a series of events. This year it starts with an Easter Egg Hunt.  I know.  I am not fully sure why a church has an Easter Egg hunt but we sold Christmas trees one year so why not step into all that people relate Christian holidays to in the name of "reaching the lost".  What "lost" you may ask? Good question. Without a trusty GPS I frequently am lost. Our senior Pastor last year got lost leaving our community Sunrise service. Well...sort of. He couldn't find his way out of the adjacent high-school parking lot. I am not really certain that counts as lost, but it made for a good story.  Anyway, 11 years ago when I came on staff at a church, I heard about the effort to "reach the lost", and not in any uncertain terms....they had a number. 130 million. Wow. That's a bunch of people no matter how you slice it up. And of course I would like to slice it up. How many lost people here in Florida? I figure most of the "lost" are in Utah with many wives, or at least a big chunk of them.  So maybe in Florida we only have a couple million, and probably most of them in Miami or the Keys. Easy to get lost down there in the Everglades.  So 5 years later at a conference I hear the mission of the Anglican church is to reach the 130 million lost. Are you telling me in 5 years we haven't reached any of them? We aren't reaching 129 million and 8 hundred thousand?  None of them have died or moved to another country? This needs more investigating. Perhaps counting the lost is like the census. We only look every 10 years to see how many are lost. I looked closely at this mysterious number. It turns out for many years now that is the number.  130 million. Even a few months ago at a national conference the grand pubah (or Primatial Vicar as he is properly referred to) stood before the thousands of Anglicans gathered to tell us our mission is to reach the....you guessed it...130 million "lost" people. Wow. We stink at this mission. Talk about Mission Impossible. Maybe on Easter instead of looking for eggs we should look for people.  Now that would be a good event for a church.  Like the egg hunt the hardest ones to find aren't really lost, they are just hiding in a really good spot.  Perhaps we should look harder.  I bet God can find them all.

1000 and Counting

One of my favorite Sesame Street characters was The Count.  I used to count with my girls to entertain them, but mostly to entertain myself. When most people imitate a character to entertain their kids, especially one like Barney or The Count, we are talking about kids that are 2-6 years old.  Mine were teenagers. Sure I did that when they were younger, but I have fond memories of driving through toll booths in Orlando with my girls counting out money to the toll collector (before e-pass) in the voice of The Count.

Speaking of counting, thanks to Google analytics, I can see that this week marks the visit of my 1000th page view.  I have no idea who the 1000th visitor is, but if I could, I would give some sort of prize.  It is funny how we count, and the perspective to which we apply our totals. For me, 1000 visits to my web site is amazing, but for many bloggers, they get 1000 hits in one post. Analytics also tells me I have people from over 26 countries around the world who have read my blog.
Of these, my favorite is Mauritius, a small country off the east coast of Africa. Prior to someone from there visiting my site, I could not have told you where Mauritius is, but now I know a bit about the country because I did a bit of research on it, and you should too.  I would love to go there for a vacation, but it costs way too much just to get there.
Back to counting. Yesterday in church our pastor commented that the Hubble telescope has discovered something like 360 billion new galaxies. 360 BILLION!!! How do we even count that? Ok, there is one over there, to the left of that is two, then three. It would take years just to count that high. How do we know what separates the galaxies? Maybe there are just 8 really big galaxies...but 8 isn't an impressive number that would make it into a sermon. 360 Billion...that number did it. What if there were only a mere 200 million galaxies? What number impresses you? We sold over 300 CDs at our church and it was a huge success. If the Rolling Stones sold 300 CDs you would have never heard of them, and they would have gathered lots of moss.  Perspective. That is it. I recall a pastor once telling me at that this event we spent many hours of manpower working towards, that if just one person came, it would be worth it. Really? I know the parable of the lost sheep, but this seemed like the parable of the lost perspective. If we are going to do something worthwhile, why not make it count for as many people as possible and not actually target one person. My recent trip to Nepal showed me a church in the minority. With 95% of the people claiming Hindu or Muslim faiths, there was no room for a Baptist church, Catholic Church, or Anglican church. There is a Christian church.  I liked that. A friend showed me a recent survey, focus of the survey was not important, that showed 35% Catholic, 9% Christian, etc.   Funny, I thought Catholics were Christian, so why the two numbers? To use an analogy from a friend of mine who has gone back to school and is dissecting animals, we have dissected Christianity into so many parts it is almost like we are heading towards the 360 billion galaxies story.  We don't count someone as Christian unless they go to our church.  As I sit here listening to the thunder, I can't help but think of God looking down on us saying "8 gajillion, 8 gajillion and one, 8 gajillion and two marvelous Christians, HA-HA-HA (insert sound of thunder ).

No More Monkeys Jumping on the Bed

Not too long ago when I first started working at a church I taught music for our preschool.  I think I was qualified since I knew music and had three daughters who had graduated from preschool.  I also feel as if I relate to small children pretty well. They understand me.  I shortly understood that having kids and working with kids is not the same.
One of my favorite motivators for preschoolers was stickers. At the end of class they would get a sticker, and then I graduated to ink stamps.  Different animal ink stamps. A monkey, or a horse, or an elephant, whichever they wanted.  And then it was cool to stamp not just the hand, but on the leg, and one day, on the belly button. Whoops. Parent teacher conference. Parent to me..."how did my son get a stamp on his belly?" Me.."I put it there." Parent..."so you lifted his shirt?" Me.."no, he did it and I stamped him."  It was then I caught on that the parent was looking at me like there was something wrong.  Preschool director..."David is a great teacher and father of 3 daughters, we will help him understand not to stamp anything but the hand."  Ok.  Fake smiles and pleasantries exchanged.  Fast forward a couple months to Christmas. We were selling Christmas trees at church.  The guy in charge of the tree sale had put a pop-up trailer next to the lot to stay warm on cold nights.  The kids wanted to see the trees so I took them to see Christmas trees. "What is in that house?" asked a kid pointing at the trailer.  "It is where the man who sells the trees stays warm", I replied.  "Can we see inside?"  "Of course!" 3 months of preschool experience and some new training told me it was ok to open the door, let the kids run inside and check it out while I stayed outside at the door as a monitor.  Next day.... parent teacher conference.  "Little Johnny says he went in the trailer and jumped on the bed with Mr. Mander." My explanation went well and we brought in a few kids from the class to tell how they went in the trailer while I stayed outside. And I thought the music business was tough.  I quit teaching preschool that year.  We never sold trees again.  I know God's grace extends even to preschool teachers, but evidently in this day and age, a preschool parent's grace stays at the dinner table.

Planning Prayers

I recently attended a fundraiser. Actually I attended a few fundraisers in the past few weeks.  I think spring must be fundraiser time, if there is such a time.  Summer isn't good because people are traveling.  Fall isn't good because not only is it time for the start of school, but many summer sports programs are ending and have their banquets.  Then comes Christmas and people are giving to holiday charities. Yes, spring is the time.  New budgets, new flowers; everything is new and so most people have room to give money for something other than themselves.  You know...if you have read any of my blog...I love to be in on the planning of these events because that is where the fun happens. If I am not there for the planning, I always try to imagine how it went to get to the final product we are witness to. Dinner or not dinner. That is the first question. If we serve food are people more or less likely to give?  Sit down dinner or buffet?  Free dinner or charge money? Big money or cheap? Table sponsor or individual tickets? Silent auction, live auction, or both?  Keynote speaker or slideshow, or heaven forbid...both? And in the case of my most recent fundraiser, open bar or cash bar? They chose cash bar. $7 for a glass of wine, $5 for domestic beer, wow! Nothing too good for the kids! Yes, it was a fundraiser for a Christian private school. That was a first for me but maybe someone thought if the people drink more they will be eager to bid more.  We were served a sit-down dinner of both chicken and beef, no choice here.  Whichever one you don't want just leave on the plate to waste as we raise money for the more fortunate.  I wondered how much of my $50 to attend the fundraiser was going to pay for the meal since I didn't notice the hotel caterer as a sponsor. To start the meal, they invited the pastor of this large church to say a blessing for the meal. It was during his prayer that I came to a greater appreciation of our prayer book. Somewhere in the Book of Common Prayer there must be a dedication for school prayer, and a prayer for the blessing of a meal. Even though the book has many great prayers, we can actually say our own prayers, but when called on to pray for a large group on the spot, the book helps us stay on track. Here is the pastor's prayer, or at least my favorite part from it. Remember he was supposed to simply pray a blessing for the meal, but then he improvised.

"and Lord, we give thanks for this school. All the great things this school is. And Lord God, we know that our school is not perfect, it has many flaws, but God, it reflects who you are, and so we are thankful."

I am pretty sure in most Christian churches God is perfect and without flaws. I am also pretty sure that's not what he meant, but sometimes the prayer book wins. Sometimes planning is good, and sometimes God's grace extends even to Pastors.

Pancake Supper Part Two

Sorry it took so long for part two. I took a trip to Nepal and have safely returned. I actually have so many blog topics I may write a new one every other day just to catch up. This post is part two of a previous post. It could stand alone but much of the explanation of terminology happens in part one so feel free to go back and refer to that if needed.
Some years ago our church decided to host one of these pancake suppers on Shrove Tuesday.  We had not done one in some years, and I don't really remember who's idea it was to have one, but that really isn't important to the story.  Like any good event at our church, proper planning took place. We discussed every aspect of the pancake supper, right down to the type of syrup we would use.  Mrs. Butterworth or Aunt Jemima?  Real butter or margarine? Sausage or bacon? Whole wheat or not? You get the idea.  People are funny when making these kinds of decisions. People with clean garages at home, the same people who actually park a car or two in their garages; these are the people who choose by debating which one will be the most used. There is only room for one syrup so we must choose carefully. People like me, with garages full of stuff and no room for cars; we say both and. Give the people choices! Let's have syrup with butter already in it and have plain syrup, and maybe add blueberry syrup as well! So the discussion goes back and forth from choices, to money-concious people who don't want too many bottles of syrup or any leftover pancakes. Where will we put leftovers? When we realized the discussion is about pancake batter and for 100 or so people that may attend, the difference is counted in perhaps $20, I say err on the side of too much. After all, who wants to come to a dinner on Fat Tuesday only to be given a diet-sized portion of food.  Lets buy enough for 150 people and spend that extra $20!
The reality is, what you just read in less than two minutes took a church staff of 6 people several hours to discuss. Of course I am as much to blame since I am one of the six, but you get in the moment and passion for pancakes takes over.  Ok, so we have the supplies, we open the doors, and begin serving people for the planned two hours. One hour into the dinner we have served about 20 people.  Evidently our new tradition hasn't caught on yet. Our cooks are busy counting out controlled portions to minimize waste. Two pancakes, one sausage per person. After one hour had gone by and we sat with empty plates, I encouraged people to go back for more. This is where things went awry.  One of our cooks was the soup nazi of pancakes. This was an "all you can eat" dinner.  He served you two pancakes and apparently that was all you can eat. You will get no more. As he sat in the midst of an overwhelming amount of batter, I let him know as a staff person we had properly planned for people to be able to eat as many pancakes as they wanted so please serve more to the guests. He told me no. I spoke with the senior pastor and made him aware of the rationing, to which he yelled from his seat to the cook, "give them as much as they like!" Well upon returning to the line, our volunteer threw one pancake on my plate and said "you are an ass!" to which I said thanks for the pancake with a smile on my face.
As the dinner concluded, I went to my office, followed by the cook who actually threatened to cause physical harm to me, even referring to a gun he had in his car. Over pancakes. And sausage. We didn't actually come to fighting over the dinner, but my sarcasm probably did not help diffuse his anger either. I guess you could say I dodged a bullet. We discontinued that tradition, and a few weeks later I received a letter of apology from that parishioner. It must have been seven or eight years ago that this happened. This year we had some new members who wanted to put on the pancake supper. I checked my schedule and would be in Nepal during the event. "Sounds great" I said. I heard it went well and there was plenty of leftover food.