I had a chance to have lunch with some minister friends this week and the conversation turned to congregational life: what’s up, what’s good, what’s bad. One of us is struggling with what to do when you’ve got 31 different languages spoken at your church. People who are living here in Canada but their heart, their soul is still in the mother country:
“No they don’t what to be deacons, or teach Sunday school or help plan anything. They are from (fill in country here).”
How can you ever get people to make this their home country, to make this their home congregation when they won’t emotionally unpack their bags? They’re just here, they don’t actually belong.
Another friend shared that a church he loves and has tried to help is down to twelve members and they are struggling to survive. It’s an awful way to live: trying not to die. Continue reading