In Part 1 of “Loving and Leaving Church”, I described my spiritual journey of leaving the church. If you would like to have some context for the perspective and opinions in this second piece, you can click here https://joanileajack.comoff-the-island-loving-and-leaving-church-part-1/ to read it first. Nevertheless, they both stand on their own reasonably well… so I will give you, the reader, the final decision-making power!
Those who know me know that I can sometimes state things rather bluntly… and I fear that is likely to be the case here. When I witness people in pain, I get on my high horse, and what often follows is a passion-laden volcano erupting, with little thought for the consequences! So I want to take a moment, before I get to that point, to speak to my many, dear Christian friends who worship in church every Sunday:
My dear, beloved, treasured church friends… I care for you, I love you, I respect you, and I do not write words designed to hurt you. I have no desire whatsoever to see those who are my friends feel attacked. The good times and the bad times and the in-between times that we have shared together — and there’s LOTS of them — mean so much to me. You have helped form me, you are a part of me, and you matter to me. You always have, and you always will.
But while I am not trying to be hurtful, you will likely feel hurt anyway. The reason I am moving forward despite that likely outcome is that I must give voice to the hurting. Your feelings, while important, are not my highest priority in this writing — neither in trying to trample them nor in trying to protect them. Rather, my highest priority and deepest desire is to validate the feelings of the outsider, the harmed, the excluded. It turns out that there’s lots of wisdom on the outside, and I’d like to share it as best I can. My perspective is as flawed as any other human, but it is mine.
So. After loving and leaving the church, and after a long period of working my way haphazardly through the stages of grief, I find myself gloriously happy with life as an outsider. And, as shouldn’t surprise anyone, I also find myself with some opinions! In no particular order, these are my thoughts on the Church, from the outside looking back in:
God’s people are still in the practice of building their own golden calf to worship, just as their ancestors did. The story from the Old Testament is both hilarious and heart breaking: when Moses ascended the mountain to meet with God face-to-face, he was gone a long time and the Israelites feared he was dead. So in his absence, they built a huge golden calf to become the object of their worship! (What the whaaaaa…..?) Crazy at it sounds, the practice is ongoing, although a bit less literally.
It’s a sneaky bastard, this golden calf. It masquerades as all sorts of things: church leaders, congregational growth, budgets, small groups, preaching topics, family values, denominational policy, leadership, service, pastors themselves… the list is literally unending. But the absolute, single greatest attribute of a golden calf is its certainty. People worshiping that damn calf know EVERYTHING: what God says and means; all of his attributes; where the money should go; what job you should take; THE meaning of a Bible passage; who can be granted membership and who should be kept out; who’s worthy of leadership; even what color the carpets should be.
My usage of the golden calf is just a metaphor, of course; one human effort to put words to our tendency to attempt to control ourselves and those around us and our environment and our past and our future and even our God. Being human sucks, often… and so it’s our nature to invent ways to gain some sort of security and safety and certainty. And if you can then lend deity to your certainty, then you feel REALLY certain!
The problem, of course, is that perceived certainty is just that: a perception. Feeling certain has no real correlation to actual truth… but it sure feels like it does. It’s kind of like being in Neyland stadium, in the middle of 100,000 people who all agree… until you realize a few days later that despite how great you felt on Saturday, the team actually isn’t very good. Oddly enough, the very Bible that is so often touted “in no uncertain terms” itself points out repeatedly the pitfalls of such arrogance. I personally don’t think God gives a rat’s ass how your policy describes him.
We have all sorts of ways to help ourselves feel safe. And then, you get cancer or ALS or your Mom has a car accident or your spouse commits suicide or your child is transgender or someone shoots your brother at a concert. Suddenly we realize the blinding truth that it doesn’t do an ounce of good to have a million people who agree on the truth, or a strong retirement account or a gun in the dresser. Suddenly, shit just got real.
Uncertainty is life; life is uncertainty. And faith is hard.
But here’s the beauty of life on the outside: for those of us wandering around between golden calves, off the island, disenfranchised, lost, whatever you want to call us…. we find that uncertainty actually binds us together! It turns out that people who are afraid and unsure can be amazingly compassionate and wise. People with tattoos and earrings and crazy hair are often quite grounded. People wearing head coverings have remarkable humor and insight. People with all sorts of skin tones are incredibly sensitive and smart. People who appear aloof and unfriendly will often give you the shirt off their back. And when we no longer have to make a “lost or found” judgment about every person we meet, it turns out that most people are so damn cool. They say and do and think and believe the most amazing things… it turns out that, contrary to what I thought for a very long time, I actually LOVE PEOPLE!
It’s when church lets out, and all the certain people start pouring their arrogant certainty all over everything, that I start to prefer dogs to people. For someone who’s a follower of Jesus, I find that I often dislike Christians.
Which brings me to my next observation… one that I’ve hesitated to verbalize for fear of unintentionally hurting someone. And yet, of all the things we’ve learned after leaving the island, this one has by far been the most impactful. So, with a feeling a bit like stepping off a cliff, here goes:
I believe that the modern day practice of the church tithe is mostly bullshit.
(Sorry. I seriously meant to just casually step off the cliff. But then, before I knew it, I just jumped right off and did a cannonball!)
Here’s the thing: most people who are attempting to enforce the tithe are just normal humans doing the best they can. They are doing what they’ve learned, and they aren’t trying to cheat anyone. But they’re staring so closely at the trees that it’s incredibly difficult to see the forest.
From my experience, the concept of tithing was one of the most harmful aspects of life within the church. It messed me up, badly: it messed up my view of God, the role of the pastors, my role as a follower of Christ, and my view of those outside the church. It messed up my ability to manage money wisely. And, if all that isn’t enough, it also prevented me from learning how to depend on God.
I want to be very careful, here, to clarify that I do NOT believe that any of the churches I have ever attended were using the tithe as a means to rip off people. I believe that, by and large, pastors and church leaders are as much a victim to this system as they are its beneficiary. But I still believe it’s mostly bullshit.
The principle of tithing in the Old Testament was a methodology to remind the children of God where the plants and animals came from that fed them. Maybe they watered it, maybe they planted it, maybe they cooked it, maybe they raised it — but they didn’t MAKE it. God did. So an important way to keep that first in mind was to give one-tenth of it back to God. Sometimes, depending on the passage, it was given to the priests as compensation; other times it became the food for a great party; and others it was simply burned as an offering and not used in any other way.
Surrounding these tithing principles throughout the Old Testament are lots of other principles — some are wise, and some are confusing, and some are truly bizarre. I’ve both learned and taught the principle of why God’s people couldn’t wear a robe made of two different types of cloth… but I still don’t get it. And don’t even get me started on some of the darker principles. I’m not going there because it would get us too far off topic.
The New Testament, though, undergoes quite a shift, with many passages, especially by Paul, touting the “freedom from the law” of the New Testament believers. Jesus himself was quite the radical, often turning accepted beliefs onto their head… but then stating, “I do not come to abolish the law but fulfill it.” That passage, thanks to my great mentor (thank you, Don!!) remains the pivotal passage in all the Bible to me, and I never read any sentence without trying to understand how Jesus and his teachings fulfill the passage. So my understanding and application of the tithe is based on my attempt to understand how Jesus would fulfill that concept today.
Jesus speaks of money all the time; hundreds of times, I think someone said. (I should probably stop and research that, but I’m really just too lazy.) But he did NOT tell people to give it to him. He did NOT say, “If you give money to me, you’re giving it to God.” He didn’t pass an offering plate. No, when Jesus talked about money it was most often teaching its peril, usually criticizing the church leaders and the rich. He was usually imploring his audience to stop trying to use money to provide security and certainty. Stop trying to fill up your barns and your savings accounts. Where your treasure is, that’s where your heart is — so stop wasting it trying to buy your own immortality, and instead invest in something that’s worthwhile.
Do you get it? He was saying that money does NOT provide security; and yet the church tithe is often used to provide security for a congregation. Jesus says that money too often makes us blind and deaf and stupid, because we start to feel certain and powerful and secure. And that’s often exactly what happens to churches: the tithing requirement makes them bigger and more powerful and more certain… and paradoxically, more dependent on people, and therefore weaker and less trustworthy. The same holds true for individuals within the church. While the Bible teaches humility, the church hierarchy usually looks quite similar to that of a large corporation. Those who give the most money feel entitled to have more influence.
It isn’t unlike the influence of drug representatives on the medical institution. While we very much want to believe that our treatment recommendations are separate from gifts we are given, the proven facts are that receiving gifts makes us more likely to favor the giver. Perhaps pastors and church leaders are above such human tendencies… but it is very unlikely to be the case. In my experience, pastors often feel held hostage by their large donors… sometimes even to the degree that it impacts sermon topics!
We shouldn’t be surprised, though… not if we are actually reading the words of Jesus regarding money. You can’t serve two masters, no matter how hard you try. And it is my belief that the tithing system within the modern church has become so imbedded that it has paralyzed its influence and strength.
My favorite passage about money and Jesus is when the tax collectors came and said he owed taxes. So he sent out a disciple to go find a fish, and said there would be a gold coin in its mouth. That’s exactly what happened… and they used it to pay the tax! It’s a bizarre story, but I love it because it’s irreverent, and a bit nonsensical, and I think he did it all with a gleam in his eye. I think he was thumbing his nose at the authorities who thought they were the ones in power… and I think he was thumbing his nose at money in general. If he were a teenager, I think he would end the whole story with a shrug of his shoulders and a dismissive, “Whatever…….”
Instead of following the principles of Christ regarding money, I believe the Church has performed a huge bait and switch. Your local church has become “the store house” alluded to in the Old Testament… meaning that anything you intend to give to God has to come into that store house. (But in a bizarre twist of irony, churches keep tearing down the “store houses” and building bigger ones!) Burning one-tenth of your animals and crops as a sacrifice to remember who made them, has now been switched to writing a check for 10% of your gross salary to the church to be used for salaries and programs and outreach. Giving the first fruits of your time and talents to God means serving in the church. And if anyone questions the validity of using an Old Testament principle, there’s a widely-used slam-dunk answer: “Jesus said to give EVERYTHING to God; I’m letting you off easy because I’m only asking you to give God 10%.”
The beneficiary here is obvious: the local church, most especially wealthy-people churches, have guaranteed income. Just take the estimated income of your membership, multiply it by 2-5% (to be conservative) and you have a church budget. Any time you run short, just preach about the 10% thing, and everyone will squirm because they know they’re cheating, and the offering for the next few weeks will be a lot higher. The most effective aspect is the subtle, and constant, implication that church equals God and God equals church.
There’s a certain practicality about the system that’s attractive. And, were leaders transparent, followed the same system but called it what it is – a membership fee or a donation – then it would work quite effectively.
But when you equate yourself with God, that’s a very big deal. When you say giving to God means giving to me, that’s a very big deal. When you say withholding from me means withholding from God, that’s a very big deal. That’s a bait and switch that I do not believe is supported by scripture… and I believe it is at the heart and soul of the emerging loss of trust in the Church. Saying that God equals the local church isn’t biblical; it’s blasphemy.
Jesus did NOT say giving your money or time to the church means you’re giving it to God. Actually, he said that clothing the naked, visiting prisoners, and feeding the hungry means you’re doing the same for God. Not “write a check so the elder who represents me can best discern which people need clothing and feeding and visiting.” No, YOU do those things. Yourself. Take care of the people who need to be cared for.
I’m not gonna lie: when we stopped tithing I was pretty superstitious about it. Even though I felt like we were following what God was leading us toward, this little voice in my head really thought that one of us would get sick, or I would get fired, or all our cars would disintegrate in the driveway. Why did I feel that way? Because I was not following a principle of faithfulness; I was following a principle of coercion.
But on the outside of the tithing system, an amazing thing has happened: I don’t care if a program is Christian or not; I don’t care if a person is deemed worthy or not; I don’t care if it’s tax deductible or not. I give where I see need. I give to whom I want. Sometimes I give a bunch to one person; sometimes I spread it around. Sometimes I don’t give anything to anybody… I don’t know if I’m discerning during those times or just grouchy!
But here’s my prayer, any time I actually think to pray about money (which, admittedly, isn’t that often): “Teach me to give everything away”.
Because, to me, THAT is the radical principle Jesus was trying to teach us. Don’t limit yourself to 10%… don’t limit yourself to money… don’t limit yourself to a specific church or organization… don’t even limit giving to possessions. Just give. Everything. All of it. All of you. To whoever has need. Don’t make your life about taking and protecting and nesting; make it about giving and living and loving.
About a year after we stopped tithing, I got a bonus at work. Just before we got the check, I had thought of several people/places I would like to give money to. And, of course, I also thought of several things that needed doing around the house, paying bills, credit cards, etc. So as I was driving down the road, I was calculating in my head how much I could use for each category. It was mainly a math exercise, shaving a bit here and adding a bit there.
Except I realized something exceptionally cool: in my mind, without any particular thought about percentages or anything else, I was subconsciously shaving off money from expenses and house repairs, so that I could add a few extra dollars to the people I wanted to give it to. For the first time in my life, I legitimately wanted to give it away.
When I realized what had happened, I pulled over to the side of the road and had a good, ugly, happy cry. I felt a huge burden lifted. My old church self would’ve said I was freed from the law on that day. My new self said I was free from all that crap, and DAMN it feels great!
So what would it look like for churches to practice the same type of principle? I think the congregation would look at themselves and figure out how much it would cost to pay salaries, and keep the lights on. Then they would look at the number of people that are involved and decide if that’s feasible. And then they would either keep programs/staff at that level… or cut it back. A dear friend of mine was pastor of a church that decided it doesn’t think paying a full-time pastor is the wisest choice… and he agrees! If you don’t have money for a three course Wednesday night dinner for the entire congregation, then don’t have one! That’s how our home budget works, in fact, and it seems pretty wise.
As to giving it away, Jesus gave us great principles for that. We, the people, are the body of Christ. We are best positioned to give and to clothe and to visit. I don’t care how much church leaders pray over the distribution of money; they aren’t the ones working in the hospitals and the construction sites and the law firms and the schools and the restaurants. The body… the people… are the ones best positioned to give away their resources wherever they see fit. And the role of the church is to equip them to choose wisely.
Would people get greedy and keep it rather than give it away? Probably. Do churches get greedy and spend it on staff and programming and reputations and buildings? Certainly. Humans are humans. We are basically stupid most of the time. But, when allowed to operate freely and authentically… we are shockingly compassionate and giving, too.
Finally, my third perspective of the Church from the outside centers around how members are accepted and leaders are chosen.
Church membership and leadership decisions often reflect the desire for certainty, control and security rather than reflecting Christ.
Reminds me of a joke I heard somewhere: “What’s the difference between a country club and a church? Well, the country club has golf. And it’s a lot less expensive…” A bit harsh, but there’s certainly a nugget of truth there. The best way to identify the values of a church is not by reading their mission statement; it’s by taking a look at their members and leaders. If they’re white, wealthy and straight, that isn’t an accident; it is a reflection of maintaining the status quo. And that’s fine for a country club, it just isn’t what Jesus taught for his followers.
Few things, in my experience, have caused more harm than the church practice of exclusion as a method to control behavior. It is in general the main means of discipline within the church, and this held true in my own case as well. Correction within the church is largely emotional: exclusion from the group via membership, removal of privileges, or removal of service/leadership opportunities. In retrospect, it’s kind of funny to me that my “penalty” for wrong thinking was that I was no longer allowed to spend all day Sunday in meetings… I was no longer allowed to shovel mulch into the church gardens… I could no longer show up 3 hours before church services to remove ice from the parking lots… I was no longer expected to give 10% of my gross income to the church.
Well, darn!
But at the time, it hurt like hell… and that is so often the case with those excluded from membership or service. It is remarkably effective. Remember our earlier discussion: the church, intentionally or not, sets itself up as God’s representative. Giving to church equals giving to God, so being excluded from the church feels very much like exclusion from God. Feeling unworthy to serve church feels very much like being unworthy to serve God. Being separated from church feels like being separated from God.
Church families too often follow this principle as well. Countless children have finally found the courage to confess to their Christian parents that they are gay or transgender… only to be kicked out of their home and find themselves on the streets. If you think this is an exaggeration, you’d best take a walk outside the church walls and look around. This happens every. single. day. And too often, it happens with the blessing of the family’s small group or pastor or Sunday School class.
I heard the story of an amazing, inspiring couple a few weeks ago. This beautiful woman shared her story of telling her Christian family she was gay… and being told, at the age of 16, that she would never speak of it again or else she would no longer have a family. So she followed their instructions; she prayed and she trusted; she met and married a godly man, trusting that the attraction would eventually follow. Next came reparative therapy… and more prayers and tears… and more churches enforcing silent obedience or else risk exclusion. Decades later, with grown children, these amazing people are facing a daily challenge that few of us can imagine, as they navigate life as a mixed-orientation couple.
How many sit in the church pews, unable to share their true selves? How many church leaders and members are living a lie, putting forth the appearance of correctness? And what is the cost of this pervasive focus on outward appearance and control?
In my last post, I said that on the outside looking in I cuss a lot more. Stories like these are why. The pain that the church has caused and is causing makes me SO DAMN MAD. And so, to those who have been excluded, who have felt less-than, who have been shunned, who have been silenced, here’s what I want to say to you. Here’s what my heart so desperately wants you to know:
You are important, and you are unique, and you are beautiful, and you have incredible value that you cannot even begin to understand. Your thoughts and ideas matter. Your tendency to agree or disagree matters. Your voice matters. Your authenticity is vital to creating a better world. You are the only you that we have… and we need you. I need you. With you, I am more. Without you, I am less.
If anyone claims to represent God, they are a liar. No human being can represent God. No pastor can represent God. No church elder can represent God. They are human beings who, like Paul, “do not do the things I should do, and instead do the things I should not do.” Sometimes they give good advice, and sometimes bad. Sometimes they receive inspiration from God, and sometimes they claim to but are mistaken.
Any private organization can rightly decide who gets in and who does not — whether a church or a country club. But what they cannot do, and what we MUST NOT ALLOW, is any hint that human actions represent God. They do not. Only God represents God. To pretend otherwise is blasphemy.
So… I guess I can now climb back off my soap box and bring these musings to a close. In summary, I think my overriding perception from off the island is preoccupation of the church institution with itself; arrogant certainty of God’s favor; refusal to recognize or admit harm and wrongdoing. And as a result of all of these, profound loss of trust and relevance from the rest of the world. It hurts me, to see the distrust of the Church from the outside. It hurts me, to see that it has become largely irrelevant to the rest of the world. But I understand why, and I have turned my attention away from trying to effect change within the church, toward those outside who have been harmed.
My perception of all the outsiders, though, is an intense gratitude. Whether disenfranchised Christian… Muslim… agnostic… Buddhist… all of the above, or none of the above… you all have restored my faith in humanity. You are my people.
And maybe, just maybe… the Church has left the buildings.