Last year we started hosting a bible study at our house. It started with a few people, and the original plan was to focus on college students.
But over the course of the year, we’ve started to realize that it wasn’t for the college students, but instead, God was calling us to be involved in a community. Not just a community, but a community of sinners, of which I was chief.
Our church is an ethnic church reaching the Chinese community. My wife and I have been involved mainly on the 2nd gen side for most of the six years we’ve been at this church.
We started in a small group mainly of young adults. There were probably six to ten of us back then. Then we were called to help with the youth. Then after awhile, things started to cool or maybe it was already cold, but since we were new to the church… we didn’t know better. People were drifting, pastors left, people left, everyone had issues with everyone else… the chinese side didn’t get the english side, we had theological issues, different philosophies of ministry, etc. etc. etc.. Anything that had a side, people were on opposites.
Throughout that time I struggled to understand… uh… God? what’s going on? It was dark, it was dry, it hurt and the temptation was pretty great to leave or move on. I remember the break up from my first girlfriend. It felt like that. Very emotional. Wounds were very deep and they were very real.
Little did we know at the time… wounds went much deeper, sins were not addressed, it simmered, more bitterness, resentment, unforgiveness then I could possibly imagine. And this coming from church. No wonder, people avoid church.
But it was through this time that I saw not only the outward sin of others, but my sin of self-righteousness, judgment, unloving and unwillingness to get my hands dirty. I saw at times… I’m better than this. And throughout the past year, God was showing me that I was not better than everyone else… and unless I realize how much worse I was… how much I needed saving, how much I needed Jesus, just as much as all the people at church did… all this ministry, and all this serving at church would be a waste of time.
This past year we studied the Parable of the Prodigal Son in Luke 15. We read through Tim Keller’s book the Prodigal God and it was a call for the lost sons to come home. Not only to come home, but to come and enjoy the Father’s company on our true elder brother’s expense. This was the Gospel told to us over and over again. My prayer is that I will remember it and hopefully people in the group will too.
When God calls us home, we are compelled to call others home. People are not defined by their issues, their associations, their status… but rather as individuals in need of God.
This is the blessings of being in community… a community of sinners saved by grace.
Come home.


