Re: Turning Point Church World Outreach Center-Tell Your Story
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Date: May 08, 2009 10:56AM
Sad Episode 1: Please Pass the Millstones
The church I was attending prior to Turning Point was a Seeker Targeted church. Along their way, Christ was pushed from the center of what they were doing, and everything, absolutely EVERYTHING seemed to center around their target audience. Worship services (which were scheduled before the "seeker service") were being altered and "toned down" to make sure "Seeker Steve and Sally" were comfortable. All of the programming became about "Steve and Sally" and Jesus got pushed to the side.
Since I often have the opportunity to bring people (friends, coworkers, etc.) with me to church, I always want to be certain that the church will be Christ-centered and Bible-based. But even while I was becoming concerned about this other church and my concerns had been "shot down" or not understood a couple of times by leaders, I wasn't really looking to leave. But when I attended a service at Turning Point with a friend, I fell in love with the unrestrained love for and declaration of Christ and His gospel.
I began attending Turning Point semi-regularly and then exclusively after some weeks of trying to attend both churches. A couple of women I was mentoring also wanted to attend Turning Point when they experienced the unashamed and open-hearted love for Christ. It was like breaking into the sunshine after being in the shadows. One of the women who began attending TPC with me has a husband who is not a Christian. He grew up Catholic, and his experiences growing up at home and in church led him to the conclusion that there really isn't a God. Well, I think it was partly due to the changes in his wife's demeanor and our conversations about God that caused him to start attending Turning Point with her. He even came to some Alpha classes and met Jeff Barnes, who was his main connection to TP leadership. I began having some meaningful conversations with this man, and his questions and grappling with spiritual issues showed he was moving from a place of adamant nonfaith to a place of doubt that was opening up his heart and mind to "the possibilities" of a life of faith in Christ.
Then the stewardship campaign came along. Mike started focusing his messages on money. My friend's husband began voicing his disgust and objections. Why did the church need a new building? He hated the new gymnasium setup, but more he hated how "slick" things were becoming, and the evidence that money was being spent unnecessarily. "Why not just rent out some classrooms for the kids?" he wondered. I defended the church's actions. But my heart was uneasy for different reasons. Why had the church hired a professional fundraising firm to handle the campaign? In my Bible reading during that time, passages that warn against trusting in man and "going down to Egypt" for help kept coming across my reading path. I went to talk to Pastor Mike and he told me that because he wasn't gifted in administration, he was delegating this task (as an act of humility, recognizing his own weaknesses) to the Generis (?) company. As I listened to his reasoning, my outside person was listening and nodding, too afraid to say what my "inner man" was screaming: "Up to this point, God has helped us in all our weaknesses. He has brought us this far, and He will be faithful to us in bringing in what we need. This is faithlessness; you have 'gone down to Egypt for help.' Please reconsider!" [Those of you who were there during this time will remember that we had pursued another building in Smokey Point/Arlington, and it seemed that doors were opening miraculously, until God just closed the door. But Mike had told us all God had used that experience to show Mike that he could trust God to take us into what He had for us.]
OK, back to my friend's husband. He and my friend lived in a very nice neighborhood in Arlington. Both worked: he at Boeing, she at a clinic. One of their neighbors announced that they would be moving to a new upscale neighborhood called Aspen. My friend's husband, for that reason, became aware of how much the homes there cost. They had gone and looked at them out of curiosity. In the very next week or two, Mike announced that he and Cyndi were moving to Aspen. My friend's husband was aghast. He had heard Mike asking everyone to give sacrificially for the building fund. He knew what the price range was on the houses in that neighborhood. He was livid when I went to their home for dinner that afternoon. I tried to calm him down, tried to tell him that I was sure it was for some purpose of investment to give back to the church. He would have none of it. The next Sunday, he confronted Pastor Jeff about it and asked why Mike was moving in to Aspen when the church members were giving their last dime to the campaign. Jeff got defensive and said, "Don't you think the pastor deserves to live in a nice home?" My friend's husband said, "I'll bet you're moving in next door, aren't you?" (I had no idea that this was actually going to happen.) I don't recall what Jeff said back, but instead of speaking gently to this man who was not a Christian, he was rude and defensive. Jeff had known my friend's husband from Alpha, as I said earlier; he knew of him because I had requested prayer in small group for him. Jeff knew good and well that he was dealing with a "seeking" person.
My friend's husband has never been back to a church. They have since moved out of state, and I have gone to visit, but he refuses to entertain ideas about God being real. In the car, on the way back to their house from a meal out, this dear man took the preemptive approach and began to challenge me, his hurt and anger evident. He was thinking I was going to be defensive like Jeff had been, I guess. I was able to have a meaningful discussion with him, soothing his anger, but also learning what he now firmly believes: faith is just something that helps get us through, no matter what its object. There is no God sitting on a throne "up there." There is no living Jesus for us to worship.
My heart is sick as I type it. But that's how it is. That's my sad episode Number 1. Apparently my testimony/witness and his wife's aren't enough for this man, as I believe he's been disillusioned by men in his life who have professed faith but who have failed to live it out. I think he would be more than willing to forgive honest mistakes; but "living lies" are incredibly destructive, and he's encountered a number of them. This man is not a Christian, but he does insist on truth for himself and for others. How ironic that he, the nonChristian loves truth, but cannot find the Truth through the veil of lies he's encountered in the church. Please pray for him.
As a post script, my women's small group was troubled about Mike's decision to move into the expensive house, too, during the push to raise funds. So I gathered my wobbly nerves and made another appointment with him. After a few attempts, I was able to get in to see him. (All my meetings with him were before I got free from my fear of authority, so there was usually lots of trembling, teary eyes, and a quavery voice when I met with him.) I told him I was representing my women's group and had some questions. I asked about the house, and he told me it was an investment; they planned to sell it and give the profit to the church. He also told me that it wasn't to gratify his own desires; the house wasn't really to his liking. But it had the functional qualities that he and Cyndi were looking for. They had wanted a house with a large common area where people could gather to worship without bothering the neighbors; they had wanted a place where there was ample parking for such get-togethers; and there was one other item that escapes my memory. (They had looked at every possible house in Marysville but to no avail to find what they were looking for, until they found this one.) But Mike had assured me that this house was one of the least expensive in Aspen. It didn't have some of the features the other houses had, so they had gotten a good deal on it. Mike pointed out features he'd rather have in a house--different colored wood, for one thing. The others I can't remember. I think I told him about my friend's husband. I think he said that people aren't always going to understand. There was no offer ever given my him or Jeff to try to help my friend's husband understand. So apparently it doesn't matter to them if "little ones" or "fragile ones" stumble over their choices and the way they live. (As if it isn't challenging enough to come to terms with the Rock of Offense, the Stone of Stumbling--Jesus, the One my friend's husband was groping to understand.)
Make what you will of Mike's purchase of a half-million-dollar home (give or take $100,000). In my estimation, it cost at least one soul. Priceless.
Edited 4 time(s). Last edit at 05/08/2009 11:03AM by LearningPoint.