Jesus is Building His Church in Cities, Neighborhoods, Towns, Communities, Subdivisions, Townships; i.e. in Urban, Suburban, Rural
In light of Bill Streger’s post yesterday, “Uncool People Need Jesus Too“, it seemed good to repost some thoughts from the summer. I’ve heard concerns similar to Bill’s in the round-table discussions of the Bethlehem cohort that I’m in.
We should beware–in the name of ‘not wasting our lives,’ we could become self-righteous and sadly uncharitable. We should beware of the wartime-lifestyle-go-to-the-hard-places-snobbery that thinks ministering in places vacant of gang graffitti and homeless people is somehow second rate. I believe in ministry of a radical flavor–holding our lives cheap, seeking that city which is to come, going to the places nobody else wants to go, heralding the surpassing worth of Jesus above all things. Amen. We should do this. And at the same time, we should understand that it takes more than a zip code to actualize this kind of ministry. And if we aren’t careful, we’ll create this false picture of how it looks and we’ll form these nonspoken leagues–one Major and another Minor–there are superstars and rookie wannabees… ‘those guys go there and these guys come here.’ And this is wrong.
We should remember that the gospel is needed everywhere. This doesn’t mean that we just go anywhere. Be strategic. Seek the Lord. But never forget that the folks down at the hardware store where ‘everybody knows your name’ and the prostitute in New Orleans who sells her body for crack have one thing in common–they both need the gospel. The wrath-bearing death of Jesus Christ on the cross is their only hope, period. And God would say that same thing of Mayberry that he would say of Los Angelos– “I have many in this city who are my people.” He sends servants to both to go and stay, and we should be thankful for that.
So let us not be weak and pass judgment on our brothers by the neighborhoods in which they serve. Each of us will give an account of himself to God. Instead, let us be grateful and pray for our brothers. Pray for radical ministry for these whom God has sent and is sending everywhere… and let us go to the hard places (that means urban and rural) with all that in mind.










My name is Jonathan. My wife is Melissa and our daughters are Elizabeth and Hannah. We live in Minneapolis, MN.
