I was raised in a “Technology Deficient” era. There were no computers, video games and “gasp”
no internet. Our mothers got their
gossip the old fashioned way; they talked to neighbors over the back fence, on
the front porch or used the black, “dial-up:” phone. There was no “Children’s Programming” on
television, cartoons were a Saturday morning treat and the NBC Peacock actually
meant something; yep, the program would be in “Living Color.” In addition to this pitiful lack in my
childhood, my parents chose to NOT have a television at all. That’s right, how did my mother raise 6 kids
without Sesame Street, Mickey Mouse or Dora?
We played together!!!
PRETEND, was always a favorite. We
played “House,” of course I was the Mom and Mike was the Dad. We played “Hospital,” “Library,” “Grocery
Store” and “Church.” Understand that
anytime a child plays “Pretend,” they are simply emulating what they have seen
or what they have experienced. We were
raised in a “boisterous” Pentecostal Church and that is exactly how we “played”
church. It was boisterous and happening;
full of the Power of God. Our
congregation consisted of sisters, a brother, Catholic neighbors, Methodist “babysitting”
kids, no-denomination cousins and whoever else happened to be visiting our home
at the time. I can just imagine the
parents trying to figure out what these kids were doing when they tried to
recreate all the fun they had with the Hawks kids.
How did we play church?
We “played” exactly what we experienced in “Real” church. The chairs were set in congregation formation,
there was a “pulpit” up front, and we had “hymn” books and Bibles, a song
leader, prayer requests, testimonies and powerful sermons. We clapped our hands during the singing,
raised our hands during worship, anointed people and prayed for the sick. There was no choreographed dancing, but we
danced in the Spirit, we prayed for each other until we received the Holy Ghost
and baptized one another in the swimming pool.
It may have been “pretend” to many but I am convinced it was precious to
God and He was teaching us some valuable truths through it all.
Fast forwarding to 2013, I wonder how do our children and grandchildren
play “Church.” First we have to assume
they are taken or at least sent to a church service. The Barna Group reports that 1/3 of the
adults polled had no attachment to church whatsoever so, how will their
children “play church?” Secondly, we
must assume that the television and video games are quiet long enough to allow
the minds of our children to work on their own.
Stats show that children are involved in some type of media for about 4
hours every day and 70% of children have a form of media in their bedrooms. Our third assumption must be that the church
service they attend has something to offer that captures the hearts and mind of
our children. Most of the time they are
segregated into age-appropriate programs, so that parents don’t have to deal
with them in the adult service. How do
you think we learned to “play church?” We sang the hymns, worshipped with the adults,
listened to the sermon and prayed at the altar.
Oh there were times when we and our frustrated parents paid a visit to
the nursery for some necessary correction and I am sure other times Dad and Mom
arrived home feeling they had been in a wrestling match instead of enjoying the
presence of God. It would have been
easier to just stay home but they had some training to do and we needed to
learn how to “play church.”
Back to my question, “How do our children play church?” When you go back over your last church
experience, “How do you play church?” Are
the songs just rhymes to a modern beat, a few announcements, offering (never
forget the offering), a soothing sermon on how awesome your life should be, an
altar invitation and hurry to the coffee shop in the lobby where you greet a
few people and grab designer concoction for the ride home. Where is the passion, the power, the life
changing experience? When was the last
time you rejoiced with the old Brother as he gave his often repeated testimony
of God’s saving grace? When was the last
time a need was brought before the entire congregation and together, you
touched the Throne of God? When was the
last time you lingered with someone at an altar until they were done repenting
and the power of the Holy Ghost consumed the group? When was the last time our children came home
so impacted by what they had witnessed that they felt compelled to reenact it
over and over by “playing church?” When
is the last time you felt a desire to just stop your routine and “play church?” How do
you play church?
No comments:
Post a Comment