When I came across these reflections from crookedshore on having spent the past 16 years in the same church community; being middleaged and in the church, it provoked my thinking on my own recent church history. I’m now wondering, “am I on the same path here”.

A couple of years ago, I wonder now with the naivety of youth, I was heavily involved in leadership in the life of the church and church related things. Full of enthusiasm, I loved getting together with my Christian family, whether that be on a Sunday morning for the ‘meeting’ or on a Friday night for a beer and curry. Full of passion I knew that God could change the world and that He could, and probably would do it through me and my buddies.

Please don’t misunderstand me. I am now not anti-church. I do not have the same passion and drive that maybe I did a few years ago but, now in a new congregation, I am once again involved at various levels. My expectations however, have certainly changed. Church used to be where I sought food and nourishment. It was where I sought the top up of passion to drive me through the next week seeking the glory of God. But I no longer look at it that way. This is by no means a reflection on my current church (or maybe it is, but not in a bad way). It’s place where there is a real sense of community and family. As a congregation we impact the local community and have a heart that, generally speaking, is seeking after God. So what has changed?

This is certainly, at least in part, a growth in maturity. I now realize that the main place I will find the nourishment I need is in my personal walk; my time I spend on my own with my God. Also, like crookedshore, I too have been thinking that I placed unrealistic demands on church; the worship must be amazing, the sermon must by inspirational, the relationships must touch places that normal relationships can’t reach. However I’m certainly not at a place yet where I see Church as discipline which should be endured (I also don’t like this idea of discipline and I know that this is not entirely what crookedshore was getting at). Thinking about it though, I might be on that road.

A wise man once said to me that if, at 20, you don’t think you can change the world you have no spirit. If at 30 you realize you can’t then you have no sense. Well I’m not 30 yet, but I wonder if I’m already at that point. Am I just cynical or is it a spiritual truth that we will eventually mature to this way of thinking? Are we supposed to move from demanding everything, to expecting nothing, finally maturing to finding strength in the discipline of the whole experience?

Maybe I’m just middle-aged before my time but is Church simply a cross to bare?