a reason for the mission

last sunday, the staff from vfc went over to first pres (which is the church we are "joining ministries" with in about 77 days :) ) to be introduced to the community there at their morning gathering. (for details on why, see our website http://www.vintagechurch.org/missionStreet.php

Now, if any of you know me very well, i am definitely not a morning person, so i was quite pressed to make it out of bed that morning (especially in the fortress of ice that is my house, oi, thats a whole other blog!). The sun was shining, though, and it made for a perfect excuse to be up earlier than normal on a weekend. As I snuck into first pres a few minutes late, I spied Rob in the back row. I slid in next to him and observed what was happening. The pews were about 1/3 full, the room was quiet, gentle. There were a good number of older people there (which is different for my eyes: i am used to seeing a sea of young faces at vintage each week)... at first this was weird for me, but then i grew acustomed to it and actually got excited. the more i see vintage grow, the more i am convinced having people from the entire age spectrum as part of community can only benefit everyone.

observing the demeanor of the people and the room, it sunk in just how different vintage really is to this community and i pondered how exactly it would work for us to "join" in ministry? how is this going to actually happen? will we disrupt the community they have built here? will they hate they way we do things and want us to leave? how will this happen, God?

as i battled around in my head for a few minutes, i noticed a girl walk in from the side. she was probably 23-25ish and looked like any average UCSC student ... track jacket, sun glasses, shorts, flip flops, unsettled to be in a church. i was instantly aware of her presence here and watched her find a seat. she sat alone.

she sat directly underneath one of the stained glass windows and the morning light was luminous through that window, putting a glow around her. my eyes couldnt stay away from that part of the room. for some reason, i couldnt help but keep wondering what she was thinking about all of this. If she was like the 99% of UCSC students, she doesn't associate herself with anything to do with christianity, church etc. But she was here. she was sitting here, observing, listening even singing a long a little bit with some of the hymns.

i kept glancing over her way, and i was filled with this sense that she was one of the many reasons for our two churches to be taking this huge risk to join in the mission together. something had drawn her here today, perhaps. maybe she saw this church driving up to campus (it is located at one of the busiest intersections in the city, right near UCSC), maybe one day she had sat at the bus bench just in front of the church waiting to be taken up to campus. i didnt know her story, but the more i thought about it, the more i began to feel deeply in my heart that God was showing her to me for a reason: that i must feel the reality of why we needed to get our church to this area, why we must continue to pursue this vision for a new kind of church that is accessible and real to people who have never really experienced Jesus before, or who had a bad taste in their mouths about religion, christians and the name "Jesus."

As we transitioned from the "children's sermon" to Dan's message, Lee prayed for a bit and i leaned my head down and prayed for this nameless girl, whoever she was. my heart began to come apart a little bit for her and her story and it felt drawn out. as of late, i had felt more inside the "church bubble" than i liked, more disassociated from people who don't know Jesus and my heart had felt hardened about the reason that we are on this mission in the first place. i was feeling greatful for my heart being more pliable, easier to shape.

As we all said amen, i lifted my head and looked to wear she had been. the seat was empty. And i felt her absence even more deeply than i had felt her presence.