Being the Church
For many children and adults, a church is simply a building, a
place to go on Sunday. I grew up in a devout, church-going family, and
we were in church every Sunday. We attended St. Paul’s Lutheran Church
in Millard, Nebraska, a suburb of Omaha.
But as I got older, my
definition of church deepened. I became involved in a congregation,
first as a church member and then as a pastor.
Those of us who
have spent years within its doors realize that the church is far more
than a building. In its simplest definition, the church is the body of
Christ (1 Cor. 12:27). He is the vine; we are the branches (John 15:5).
We are grafted together, growing and drawing nourishment from our
heavenly Father. We are no longer to live as independent individuals but
to be connected as one body, the church.
Now, when I think of
the church, I think of the many times the church family has been present
for my wife, Cheryl, and me. Just last year, the church provided
nurture and love to our youngest son, Sawyer, and his wife, Karen. They
were expecting their second child, a girl. Early in the pregnancy,
medical tests showed severe chromosomal issues, indicating that she
would not live after birth. They made the difficult decision to carry
the baby as long as she lived, and we all hoped for the chance to meet
her before she slipped into eternity.
At this time, Sawyer was in
his final year in seminary. They were typical examples of a poor
seminary student and family. This was going to be a serious expense,
however. If the baby was born, medical costs would be enormous, followed
by immediate funeral expenses. In addition, Sawyer and Karen needed
support and encouragement to persevere—and we were 1,000 miles away.
During
those difficult weeks and months, the church that Sawyer and Karen
attend in Dallas joined together to meet their needs. Members and
leaders in the church regularly prayed for and over the family. The
church set up a fund to help defray the additional costs. People
provided meals. The church provided pastoral support and encouragement
each step of the way.
Ella Selah Nyquist was born and lived a
short 38-minute life. She is now buried with love in a grave in central
Michigan. For her, Sawyer, Karen, and all of our family, the church
truly acted like the body of Christ. They met the needs of a hurting
family. And I am truly grateful.