* Note: The
following in no way is intended to be an indictment of the church
described herein. While we do not personally know the people of this
particular church, we believe they are wonderful, honest
seekers of truth; sincere in their motivations. However,
many people are sincerely wrong as I have been many times in
trying to find a geographical location without consulting a map.
Further, the reader should not infer that I am declaring that God is
not "in" or "with" those who gather in institutional churches.
I am part of a pioneering group who believe we have been called of
God to lead the way into a new era of God's expression in the earth.
Many will remain with and be blessed by the Institutional Church and
to those we simply say, "God bless you as you seek and serve Him."
We simply must move forward for the sake of the millions who will
never relate with or be embraced by the existing church expression.
Sheila and I attended a church
yesterday. During the "worship" service I became aware of a distinct
unease in my spirit. I began to hear a whispered, "This is not
where I am." I also noted that Sheila seemed to be uncomfortable
with something. I leaned to her and asked if she were feeling ill.
She shook her head in the negative, but as the meeting progressed
into the sermon, I realized she was becoming even more
We took a long drive after church and
stopped along the water. From our vantage point we could see the
skyline of Seattle's waterfront. Just to the northeast, the white
mass of Mount Baker appeared between cloud and sea. We watched ducks
"fishing" in the shallows before us, fishermen on the pier beside
us, ship traffic plying the cold waters, and couples strolling along
the rocky shoreline. It was there that I thought I heard a whispered
I am here floating on the wind.
I again asked Sheila about what was
wrong during the worship service. She said, "We don't fit." I
pressed for more and she continued: "Church....like that....isn't
it anymore. I almost feel guilty saying that, but it just isn't
She went on, "If I had the
financial backing, I'd find an old building; a house, and convert it
to a coffeehouse, a meeting place, with a library, good music,
coffee...." she continued describing and then said, "you know, the
thing you've been talking about." "Oh," I said, "you mean a Harbor?"
(Within the concept of Harbor is a "Harbor House:" Literally a house
used for the purposes of worship, prayer, study, strategy meeting,
communication, relaxation, counseling, resourcing, coffee,
relationships. The Harbor House differs from the Harbor, since
the Harbor MUST by definition be either a home where people actually
live, or exist where people come together in a
The sun began to show its westward
progress. Deep purples and oranges spread in reflection over the
water. Just as it has since the first moments of time, the sun was
going down to bring night to the circle of the day. Or so we think
out of habit. In antiquity, generations of fathers taught their
children this fallacy because in their limited understanding, reach
and vision, it appeared to be so and was accepted and passed on to
succeeding generations. Conventional wisdom and understanding were
factually wrong, but culturally accepted because it appeared to be
In reality, the sun does not go
We now know that. The earth merely turns on its axis, giving the
appearance that the sun, not the earth, is moving. But we know the
truth. Just as we know the earth isn't flat or even perfectly
cylindrical. We don't live any longer by the old conventions that
said if one continued far enough in a given direction, he would sail
off the earth into the great unknown. So we have no misgivings about
boarding an aircraft and flying 10,000 miles to the East or the
West. We know we won't break free of earth's surface and spin off
And so the day
is dawning when we no longer live by the conventions of a
that each succeeding generation has accepted and followed, simply
because our fathers told us the story that way. There is a New
Church, a New Representation of Jesus arising; forming and emerging.
Its structure is that of a living Thing and not the skeleton of a
corporation or a government or an institution. Its soul is that of a
breathing Thing and not the force of motivational thought, corporate
synergy or institutional convention. Its heart is that of a
Kinsman-Redeemer and not that of catchy slogans, statements of
purpose or of By-Law amendments. Its hands are those of common men,
women and children, translated and transformed by the power of a
living Christ to become literally His hands, reaching, touching,
holding, blessing, healing, restoring, in the midst of the
mainstream of life, and not in an isolated and concealed sanctuary.
The hope of our future isn't in
a building made with hands, but it is in these "living
stones, [that are] being built up into a spiritual house, a holy
priesthood, to offer up spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God
through Jesus Christ.
Sheila and I
attended church yesterday. Near the
skyline, fishing in the waters before us, we heard Him say
I am here.