If This is Not a Place …

I recently gave the keynote at the East Texas Christian University Christian Writers Conference. It was good to be among good people amid the blooming azaleas and dogwood trees and to smell the pines again. My talk was titled “The Redemptive Power of Humor.” It was based, in part, on my recent book by the same name and I really wanted urge all of these Christian writers to use more humor — or at least accept more humor — in their writing and lives.

My thesis: “11 a.m. on Sunday mornings used to be the most segregated hour in America. It still is. But it is also the most dour hour.”

The talk went great. I used lots of funny Power Point slides, played “Bulbous Bouffant,” played the spoons (!), and told a story or three.

When I came to the section on writing with humor, I emphasized that the essential element of humor in real life and in writing is surprise. (That’s why we should always preface a joke with, “Stop me if you’ve heard this one before …”. Without the surprise, a joke ain’t a joke anymore.) When I got to this moment, I showed the slide of the t-shirt depicted above.

Dead silence.

So, instead of quickly moving on like any intelligent person, I said, “Isn’t that wonderful? Isn’t that intriguing? I’d certainly check out a church that advertised itself that way. In fact, how many of you would check out a church like that?”

About 200 people in attendance. Three raised their hands. One of them was my wonderfully supportive wife Mary. More silence.

Dude.

Why does that slide, “We suck …” bother people so much? Or at least bother many religious people so much?

I’ve thought about that (lack of) response, that Power Point, a lot lately.

I think the response is tied into the reason why there’s NOT more laughter in churches these days. (But not the African American church, BTW. Every black church that Mary and I have attended rings with laughter before, during and after church.) 

It seems to me that, for many of us, church is place where we wear masks. Smiley masks. Everything’s good, everything’s great. Thanks for asking. But too often, it’s not a place where we unburden our hurts and pains and sorrows to people who genuinely love us and want what’s best for us.

I love my Sunday School class at 7th & James (Not-so-Baptist-that-you’d-know-it) Church. I’ve confessed and cried and prayed with the folks there for years. I know what’s said in that little classroom stays in that little classroom. But as much as I love 7th, I don’t think I could be as vulnerable and open with the entire church … even during times of desperate need. I just … couldn’t.

Through the years, people at other churches have told me much the same thing.

But Church SHOULD be a place like that … all the time, right?

I don’t have any answers. But I have a song, one written by the brilliant Ken Medema that helps sometimes:

If This Is Not A Place

Words & Music by Ken Medema
Brier Patch Music
2324 Canal SW, Grandville, MI 49418

www.kenmedema.com
If this is not a place where tears are understood,
where can I go to cry?
If this is not a place where my spirit can take wing,
where can I go to fly?

I don’t need another place for trying to impress you
with just how good and virtuous I am.
I don’t need another place for always being on top of things,
ev’rybody knows that it’s a sham.
I don’t need another place for always wearing smiles,
even when it’s not the way I feel.
I don’t need another place to mouth the same old platitudes,
‘Cause you and I both know that it’s not real.

If this is not a place where my questions can be asked
where can I go to seek?
If this is not a place where my heart cries can be heard
where can I go to speak?

I don’t need another place for trying to impress you
with just how good and virtuous I am.
I don’t need another place for always being on top of things,
ev’rybody knows that it’s a sham.
I don’t need another place for always wearing smiles,
even when it’s not the way I feel.
I don’t need another place to mouth the same old platitudes,
‘Cause you and I both know that it’s not real.

If this is not a place where my spirit can take wing,
where can I go to fly?

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11 Responses to“If This is Not a Place …”

  1. Megan Willome says:

    I’m dying to go to a church with a T-shirt like that!

  2. Bishop Frank A. Rush says:

    Who is the writer. See no name. Was doing research on Waco African-American artists, and came upon articles from this magazine (I guess) in 2009. Very good writing. I am a former Wacoan, having graduated from A.J. Moore High in 1970. Currently living in Houston. Just interested in connectin with the writer. I, too, like writing. Also serve as a pastor & attorney. Holler back!

  3. Bishop Frank A. Rush says:

    Would like to contact the writer. Good stuff!

  4. Robert Darden says:

    Thanks for the kind words, Bishop Frank. I’m a professor of journalism at Baylor University … here’s my e-mail address: Robert_Darden@baylor.edu

  5. Mark Osler says:

    I feel the same way– but not in Sunday School! Which is largely due to your leadership… or followership… or whatever it is.

    Maybe, though, the reluctance had nothing to do with the humor part of it, or being offended– maybe it was the position of humility set out in “we suck” that was hard to accept.

  6. Al says:

    Teen Praying Drama Queen
    (almost sung to the tune of ABBA’s Dancing Queen)

    She can sing, she can priss, having the time of her life
    Oh see that gyrl, watch her scream, the teen praying drama Queen.

    Sunday goes to church, goes to worship the King
    Texts during the sermon, updates her Facebook too!
    Twitters and eats sweets during the offering
    Thinks about her BBF during closing prayer
    Oh Drama Queen, praying for a date on Friday night

    She’s the teen praying drama Queen, only seventeen
    Drama Queen, wear the right clothes, dating only the cute guys
    She can pray, she can whine, she’s the teen praying drama Queen

    Pays five dollars for a cappuccino, prays for hungry kids in Haiti
    Has designer sunglasses, wears a T-shirt with “What would Jesus Do?”
    Wonders about how to French kiss, maybe wants sex too?
    Oh teen drama Queen, I was once like you.

    She’s the teen praying drama Queen, only seventeen
    Drama Queen, wear the right clothes, dating only the cute guys
    She can pray, she can whine, she’s the teen praying drama Queen

    Looking out for your friends,
    And if you’re ever in the mood, when you get the chance,
    Pray for lost teens you don’t know, instead of asking for more ca$h in your allowance.
    Ooooo Oooohhhhhh Ooooohhhhhh

  7. Robert Darden says:

    Al! So good to hear from you again! Great song parody, too! Stay in touch!

  8. JD says:

    Awesome, Darden.

    Reminds me of this project I just found out about. This group of guys is trying to awaken the Church to the message we are sending the world through our marketing/communications. I haven’t done intense research on them yet to find out how legit they are, but the idea sure sounds cool.
    Enjoy. :)

    http://www.churchmarketingsucks.com/about.html

  9. Robert Darden says:

    Thanks, JD. I first heard abou the Churchmarketingsucks.com people during the last days of the Late, Lamented Wittenburg Door. They’re a great feature story waiting to be written for the right magazine. Not that I’m hinting or anything … :)

  10. JD says:

    Hm… interesting idea. Very interesting indeed…

  11. Mary says:

    I certainly identify with that message. May we all continue to persist. :)

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