How Do You Like Your Eggs…err, Church?
While on vacation a few weeks ago, Marilyn and I stopped for breakfast in Wallowa, Oregon. The menu said “Order your eggs any way that you like, but they will always be scrambled.”
Churches are a lot like that. There are “scrambled-egg” churches and “fried-egg” churches. There are “egg and meat” churches and “free-range egg” churches.
I was a teenager when I first attended a Friends church. They quickly introduced me to their rules: no smoking or dancing or drinking. Card games might lead to gambling. I remember an ongoing discussion as to whether “Rook” was OK for Christians to play.
And the list began to grow: girls wore neither make-up or pant suits or shorts. Boys and girls were forbidden to swim together. Movies and rodeos and roller skating and Sunday baseball were sinful activities. The list kept growing—it was awful. But I fell in love with the Friends church. The one thing they got right was that through the death and resurrection of Jesus, God could become real to me. He knows me and I know him, and he cares a lot for me. I now am incorporated into the life of Christ, and I share in Christ’s life. I am a new person simply because God was in Christ, and therefore he is at work in me.
The church is never perfect. I may want fried eggs; but when I get scrambled eggs, I need to remember that I’m still getting eggs. The Friends church has changed a lot since I was a teenager, and it will continue to change. The Friends church serves eggs (whatever style), and I’m glad to be a part of a church that serves the best eggs in town.