When I was 17 I left school a year early. My reasoning was simple; I just didn’t like school.
With exams done, instead of returning for the classes I’d signed up for for the three weeks until summer holidays, I went along to a training camp run by scripture union for emerging youth and children’s leaders, called Base Camp.
What followed was one of the best weeks of my life, and with the benefit of hindsight I believe I know why.
Firstly, there was freedom. Most of the people arriving at camp knew few others, (I knew nobody!) and as such there was freedom to disregard relational expectations imposed on us by people we knew and be who we wanted to be. Like it or not, we all play up to or strive to meet the expectations of others – who may have known us for so long that their opinion or expectation is based on who were were rather than who we are. It is hard to change in the company of friends.
Secondly, there was mutual desire. Morning, noon and night spent in the presence of God – incredible, heavy times of worship and learning. Team-building exercises between. Desire for relationship and friendship was massive; in the most emotional circumstances, that’s what kept us going.
Years of relational development was crammed into that one week.
Thirdly, there was fun: over food, football and fellowship!
We – the first truly ‘postmodern’ generation – doing what postmoderns do.
Fellowship strengthens people. Losing it is a risk. When the campers left the island on a ferry, I was left behind, as my parents were heading over. I cried the tears of the broken-hearted for hours. It’s a risk worth taking though!
I count many of those campers as friends, ten years later. Some of them are my closest friends.
It got me thinking about life since then, especially church life. The best, most emotional, most trusting, most memorable, most strengthening, most ‘edifying’ times of ‘church’ life since then have been the times spent in close fellowship. Praying in a tiny living room with my friend Simon. Worshipping in God’s presence for hours at band practice in church. Sitting drinking hot chocolate in the Adamo in Stirling with the students. Hanging out with our house group leaders for hours.
In fact I reckon I learned more about the Christian life from these times too.
There is no doubt that what Ruth and I try to do with church will be to bring as much of this close fellowship as possible. Yes, it hurts when it goes wrong; trust can be betrayed and integrity has to be maintained.
But to be relevant as a church in the 21st century we need to break out of our traditions and our habits and start being who we need to be.
We need to stop sacrificing fellowship in favour of Sunday mornings where we come along, hear a nice unchallenging message, sing some nice songs, drink some coffee or tea and then go home with a feel-good factor that lasts all day but runs out by Monday morning.
We need to stop sacrificing fellowship in favour of prayer meetings where we come along, pray for x,y and z but not about the needs of the person sitting beside us who we barely know in any kind of depth.
We need to stop sacrificing fellowship in favour of religious, skin-deep behaviour.
The world is watching. They’re looking for authenticity. So let’s be authentic Christ-followers and share more than just 90 minutes together every Sunday. Let’s share life. Let’s have authentic prayer about real, life-affecting issues.
Let’s have some authentic fellowship and maybe for the 21st century people watching it’ll turn into authentic witness.
‘Let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good works, not neglecting to meet together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another, and all the more as you see the Day drawing near.’ Heb. 10:24-25