It’s a bit late, but here’s the update.
A week ago Sunday we visited Beavercreek Christian Church. My good friend, Ben, was recently hired on as “Minister of Celebration and Service.” I think that’s his official title. The church is just shy of a score old and fair sized, 300-600 in two Sunday morning services.
How was it? Well, nice.
I’m really starting to hate that word.
It was, like so many churches, a variation on the theme. Big or small; new or old; rented space, historic building or brand new gymnasium – it doesn’t matter too much. They’re all fundamentally similar. (Hell, even Harvest was just one more iteration in a number of ways.) I imply nothing negative. These churches are all, watch for it, nice. I liked my morning at BCC. Here are a couple reasons why:
I felt good about my kids. BCC was well organized and well staffed. Having a Monday thru Friday pre-school gives them experience that is well used on Sunday morning. The servants were all cheerful. Also, they were large enough to have separate areas for toddlers, like Jacob, and pre-schoolers, like Samantha. As a parent, I felt better knowing my kids were well cared for.
Second, I love Ben.
(Extended Parenthetical: I’m not going to beat around the bush. There aren’t to my knowledge very many in my local circle who check out my blog, (If there are they should leave a comment a little more often – hint, hint.) so I feel safe gushing about Ben. After all, if a mother shows naked baby pictures in the forest (I’m guaranteed to get a couple random google hits.) and there isn’t a girlfriend around to see them, does anyone get embarrassed?)
Where was I? Oh yeah. I love Ben. I love to hear him sing. I love to hear him play guitar. I could attend BCC for no reason other than to hear him. Last time… this post: I love Ben.
Finally, unlike Week #1, I didn’t have that feeling of surrender. Even though BCC was in so many ways the same, for some reason I still felt like I would have the space to explore and experiment. I’m sure some of that has to do with Ben’s presence on their staff.
Last week brought us to The Bridge, an eighteen month old plant in Fairborn. Again, the word that comes to mind is nice. I appreciated the fact that this one felt more blue collar than white collar, though it’s style was less to my liking. Style can’t help but be a factor, though hopefully a secondary one.
Regardless, I can rule it out because I didn’t feel great about my kids. Children remain with their parents during singing. Possible if the session is brief. There’s was nearly an hour, more when you include the special song, offering, and community prayer. Frankly, my kids can’t sit in a pew and cooperate for that long; and I don’t want them to.
So, while I don’t have anything negative to say, I can say that it’s not the place for us.
If I had to put down roots today, I’d pick BCC. I don’t, however, have to pick today. We may very well wind up back at BCC in some capacity. (Have I mentioned that I love Ben?) Until then, we have several other places we want to hop over to including:
A house church start up