conversation in our Tuesday morning lectionary group.  It began with the
usual quandary about how best to preach to those who come only once or twice a
year. One of our group enthused about how when they hear that Jesus rose from
the dead it will, or at least can, change their lives forever.  He's seen
it happen.

I doubt
it.  Once upon a time, when I was a child in the 1950s, it could be
assumed that most Americans were nominally Christian in the sense that they had
been exposed to the basic words and images associated with Christianity that
were a part of everyday life.  It was also assumed that the large numbers
of Sunday school graduates who failed to show up for church the Sunday after
Confirmation would return again in a few years with their own children. 
That did not happen, at least not in huge numbers.  In any case, the
Easter sermon could assume a shared base of knowledge upon which a greater
understanding could be built. 

suppose I could do a little research and tease out the numbers.  I'll
leave that up to you if you're interested.  What you will probably find is
that we have a couple of generations who know little of Christianity, other
than the dribbles they get from the media, because they have never been part of
a church community.  Others may know slightly more but were so put off by
childhood experiences that it all seemed pointless.  Some of them will
come to church on Easter, as they might on Christmas, not to touch something
familiar from their youth, but as a kindness to a well meaning relative
insisting on their presence, or, perhaps, as an interesting adventure not
unlike attending an obscure off Broadway show just for the fun of it. 

other words, we cannot assume anything about what they know or don't know about
Christ.  We can assume that they are well informed about Harry
Potter.  The astounding announcement that He is Risen! is just as likely
to have no meaning whatsoever.  Their lives seem to go on just fine
without whatever it is that Christians say is essential to life.  A couple
of hours in church to satisfy grandma or enjoy the music is not a lot to ask or
give, so why not, at least this year. 

If we
are going to be serious about bearing the Good News of God in Christ. then, I
think, we need to put ourselves into the shoes of Peter, Paul and others who
took it into unfamiliar territory.  Like Paul, we are addressing a bunch
of Athenians who have hundreds of gods, none of which they take seriously, but
of whom we are certain they are seeking something that can only be answered by
Christ.   Who is Christ?   That may be one question in need of
answer.  More important is, Why should they care?  What possible
difference can it make?  And there had better be a better answer than if
you don't believe you'll burn in hell.

a sermon to meet conditions such as these is difficult.  If there is a
really good one around, I haven't heard it.  Fortunately for me, I don't
have to do it.  The little, rural congregation I will lead on Sunday may
have as many as 25 in the pews, an amazing 78% increase over normal attendance
(eat your heart out mega-church), but most will be life long Christians. 
We will celebrate the Resurrection with all the vigor we can muster.  Our
greater problem is how to equip these saints to go out into the community to
address the Easter and Christmas crowd over the next 363 days.  We
Episcopalians seem to have a problem with that other E word.

Originally posted at Country Parson.

Steve Woolley

Steve Woolley is a retired small-town preacher. He blogs at Country Parson, part of the CCblogs network.

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