American Standard

American Standard

A picture is worth a thousand words. As we continue to reflect upon the journey to the cross during this Lenten season, it only stands to reason that at some point we must reflect upon the “American Standard” as opposed to the “Christian Standard”. To hear many of my friends talk, I fear the church has become a sort of bathroom for the soul (pardon my potty humor).

The bathroom is where waste is cleared from the system of a healthy body (relax, I won’t elaborate). Other than those times when we find ourselves in need of said bathroom, we really don’t pay much attention to it. It’s easy to take for granted, always there when we need it, but not worth organizing our days around (unless your name is George Costanza).

We love to treat the church in a similar fashion. We organize our days as we see fit, until the body needs to work something out to restore a sense of health. In this way, the church functions very much like a “bathroom for the soul”, meaning it’s there when you need it, and the pastor’s main role is to keep it clean so that we’re not too offended by what we find inside.

I wonder though, if we can’t imagine a different kind of reality; where we’re not asking others to clean up our messes, and we’re not expecting a sanitized version of reality when we attend worship. What does it look like, to acknowledge that we’ve made a mess, to face it, and to work at cleaning up after ourselves?

What might it look like, to be vulnerable with your brothers and sisters to the point where we not only acknowledge that the crap is there, but we also can claim our own, and then set a new standard for life together?

Claim your crap, and then take the responsibility to clean it up. Nobody else is going to do it for you. You can let it pile up, but that just makes the job that much harder down the road.

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One Response to American Standard

  1. American Standard is the descendant of English potters who immigrated from Stoke on Trent in the 1600’s. Hence, Trenton, NJ. I think of them fondly whenever I see the product still made in Trenton.Hope you and your bride find time to renew and get away so the crap can find it’s way to the sewerage treatment plant wherever that is. Bob Storiesfromapriestlylife.wordpress.com

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