The thing is there are no longer defined boundaries between the grass and the edge of the black top. There is a crusted muddy mix of chunks of rock, tar and roots. And the top of the driveway is in fairly bad shape as well. It took nearly three times the amount of surfacing agent to re-seal the cracks and divots and holes today, as it would have if there had been regular work done to maintain it over the years.
It is an apt metaphor for where we are at the moment. It isn't that there is nothing left in the church. But the boundaries between the church and the culture have become so blurred that if I attempt to discuss church issues I will usually have to parry attempts to discuss politics, and social upheaval. Both are useful and necessary, but they have become a muddy mix of chunks of Bible verses, ethical preferences and constitutional law. There are no clear boundaries between the sacred and the profane.
And in response the light weight tools of Sundayschool and a Wednesday night Bible study with some prayer on top are not capable of cutting through that mess. My weed eater quit smoking, and I mounted a new head, one with special features that make it better, tougher and more agressive.
As people's lives are showing signs that the debri of decades of foolish living, and ungodly choices are not being unseated by the tools currently in use, and as I realize that I need to cover the Gospel three times more often and in much more detail just for the basic principles to soak in, I am starting too lok for better tools.
Contrary to weed eaters however, people do not quit smoking and sit passive while I mount a new approach to the challenge of Godly stewardship in a pagan culture. People squirm, protest and reject wise council. And contrary to weed eater repair, there is no simple and inexpensive aftermarket upgrade for the church. The church is what God has given us to grow each member to fulness in Christ. While a new approach to Bible study may help people think more deeply, and a better grasp of the Gospel will eventually transform even the mundane choices of believer's hearts. The job before us is not to find a simple quick fix, it is to become richly saturated in true knowledge of God, and seasoned in the art of dependent obedience.
It's going to take a few more coats and more trimming and edging to find, and preserve my driveway. It will take many more reviews of the Gospel and hundreds of patient hours of application, to restore and revive this body of believers.
But as of today, my driveway is better than it has been in years, and by Gods grace, so is His Church.