Thoughts, Ideas and Inspiration by Melissa Earley

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What would happen if churches asked themselves one question?

Several years ago, my financial planner asked me a question that changed my life. What would happen, I wonder, if churches asked the same question? 

I met with Michael after a major life transition. Instead of launching into analysis on my pension investments, my cash flow spreadsheet, and my current risk tolerance, Michael invited me to take a step back and think about the big picture of my life. He asked me three questions. The first question was “What would you do if money weren’t an issue?” The third question was, “Imagine you are going to die tomorrow, how do you look back on your life? What are you happy about? Do you have any regrets?” It was fun to imagine a life where money was not a limiting factor. It was affirming to realize that on the whole I had led a good life. But these questions did not take me anywhere new. 

The second question made me sit up and take notice: “Imagine your doctor tells you that you have 5 to 10 years left to live. There’s nothing they can do. You will be healthy until you die. You don’t know exactly when, but you will die no matter what in five to ten years.” I was in my early 50’s. I had known people who received a devastating diagnosis at my age. It pushed me to confront the reality of my mortality and not put off the things I wanted to do. 

I changed my life. I moved to Leadville, Colorado to be pastor in residence at a small Episcopal Church where I could have more time for creative pursuits and enjoy the mountains. I am working on a mystery novel, and I get to hike and ski more days than not. I also get to be part of a church that takes service seriously. St. George has a food pantry that provides food to about 1500 people a year and serve just under 11,000 community meals a year. It was a hard transition. I endured culture shock and loneliness. But it was the best decision I ever made.

So, I wonder, what would happen if churches were asked the same question. “Imagine, that you know today that you will close in five to ten years. You don’t know exactly when. But there’s nothing you can do about. No new dynamic pastor, no church growth strategy, no influx of young families will change this prognosis. You’ll remain healthy until them. What will you do with your remaining years?”

As a pastor in United Methodist Churches for over 25 years I have focused a good part of my ministry on church growth. Some of this focus has been rooted in a love of Christ and the church. I am convinced that the most serious issues that we face are rooted in spiritual brokenness. I believe that being part of a spiritual community is a core source of deep, wholistic healing. But as I look back on my ministry, I see how some of my emphasis on church growth was not about the people outside the church at all but about my own ego needs and the institutional anxiety in which I swam.

When church growth came up with any sort of passion among the people in my congregations it was almost always because of growing concern over a waning budget, lower worship attendance, and fewer volunteers. In that context, church growth is not about service. It is about survival. 

So, what would happen if you knew that your church closing in five to ten years was a fait accompli? How would you use the energy and resources that you’ve been pouring into church growth? What would your committee meetings look like? How would you use your building? If you preach, what would you finally say to your congregation? What would you insist your congregation do because it’s now or never? 

Take a look at your list and note the things you’re not already doing. Why not? What stops you? Is it worth it?

If we’re “The Best Place to Worship” in Lake County, why do only 12 people show up?

St. George was voted the best place to worship in Lake County, Colorado in 2024. In 2023, the outdoors got that honor. On the Sunday after it was announced, the seven us who were in worship looked around at each other. “Did you vote?” “No. Did you?” “No.” We all shook our heads. We were also voted the best place to worship in 2022, the year before I moved to Leadville, so I didn’t look around the sanctuary waiting for praise. It wasn’t about me.

We were also voted the best place to volunteer, which makes sense. We use a lot of volunteers. Volunteers pick up rescued food from our local Safeway, as well as traverse Fremont Pass to get rescued food from Whole Foods and Target in Summit County. Volunteers stack the shelves of our food pantry that line the walls of our sanctuary. Volunteers help our cooks make our free community meals and wash dishes. 

A lot of our volunteers are court mandated to do community service. While they “pay their debt to society” they also eat good food, get thanked for their help, and become part of the community of misfits that is St. George. 

Last spring a Colorado Mountain College student helped in the kitchen every Friday. Our Friday meal is cooked by Amy, a long-term volunteer who is great at concocting interesting meals from what’s on hand. She quickly praised his kitchen skills. “You know food,” she said. On his last Friday they created a Southern feast of gumbo, chicken fried pork, and even collard greens.  We almost never receive collard greens in our donations. But the Friday of the southern feast, we received four bags of frozen greens, a “St. George Miracle.” The college student invited a friend whose kitchen skills he praised to help. The feast was amazing. At graduation he introduced Amy to his parents. 

For a lot of my ministry, I’ve thought of the Sunday gig as the main show. And I was the star. I evaluated the strength of the church by the number of people in worship. During my first months at St. George I had to brace myself for the ego blow of the perpetually small Sunday gatherings. 

I’m not sure why people in Lake County voted the way they did. But I think they’re onto something. Giving food away. Sharing a meal with strangers who become friends. Helping neighbors. Building community. It’s beginning to sound like worship to me.

Soul Singing

I don’t like for people to hear me sing. I don’t do karaoke. It’s a sign that I really trust you if I sing with the radio with you in the car.  But I love congregational singing. 

I grew up going to church – church, not just Sunday school. Some of my love of church music may be nostalgia. I learned the hymns standing next to my mother and sister, while watching my dad in the choir. I can still hear Rev. Smythe’s gusto and certain hymns take me back to the congregation of Parker United Methodist Church. But there’s more than nostalgia in the music for me. It forms my faith. There is a sense of belonging in the music. It weaves among us and makes us into a community. 

Several years ago I went on a mission trip to Guatemala where we made cooking stoves in homes. Teams of 2 or 3 from my church were paired with a mason with whom we worked the entire week. I was the only one on my team that spoke very much Spanish and our mason didn’t speak English. We found a common language on our second day in hymns. We sang some of our favorites to him, and he sang to us. With delight we discovered many hymns we all knew in both of our languages. 

When I’ve gone through difficult times in my spiritual life it’s music, particularly congregational singing, that’s brought me back. I can’t sing alone. I need the support of the congregation to have any hope of finding the notes. The truth of music, deeper than mere words, carries me. Music holds together lament and trust, joy and doubt. When I’m in the congregation, even if my head is uncertain and my heart hurts, my soul sings. 

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