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You wouldn’t
believe the junk mail we receive here at the church office.
Evidently marketing companies have our congregation confused with those
high-powered tv preachers wearing thousand-dollar suits and sporting
nice haircuts, because from the sheer volume of advertisements they send
us it is obvious they believe we have sacks of money heaped up behind
the pulpit.
When it comes to the mail, however, I have a pet peeve that goes beyond
the usual irritation at wading through a daily load of circulars and
catalogs. It really aggravates me when those computer-generated
mailing lists can’t get our name right. For the record, we are known as
the “College Avenue Church of Christ.” If I were an automobile salesman
I would try really hard not to call you “Mildred” if your name is
“Sally” or address you as “Mrs. Jones” if you are a man, but companies
repeatedly send mislabeled mail soliciting our business.
One of the most common problems is that some mailing labels accommodate
a limited number of characters, so that we often received mail for the
“College Avenue Church of Chris.” I have known several guys and gals
named “Chris” and most of them were good folks, but I hope they won’t
take it personally when I say I’m not willing to worship any of them.
Only the name of Jesus is worthy of my adoration (Philippians 2:9-10,
Acts 4:12) and all that we do should glorify his name (Colossians 3:17).
The mailman also routinely brings us circulars addressed to the “College
Ave Church,” as though the sender had been too lazy to finish the
address. Again, I object: we are not some generic gathering of
anonymous adherents. We wear the name of Christ because we belong
to him (James 2:7). It is a humbling privilege and a serious
responsibility to be known as “Christians” (Acts 11:26). When the
first-century followers of Jesus were being persecuted for their faith
the apostle Peter told them “if you suffer as a Christian, do not be
ashamed, but praise God that you bear that name” (1Peter 4:16).
Recently the Christian Music Club offered to send 12 free CDs or
cassettes to “Mr. O. F. Christ.” I was momentarily tempted to send that
one in, but then I decided “Mr. Christ” already has all the music he
needs, what with the praise he receives from those worshippers who obey
the command to “sing and make music in your heart to the Lord,
always giving thanks to God the Father for everything, in the name of
our Lord Jesus Christ” (Ephesians 5:19-20).
But perhaps the most mangled missive I have encountered was a postcard
carrying the words “FREE SAMPLE” in big, bold letters. Intrigued, I
examined it more closely to determine the lucky recipient. Imagine my
surprise to find that this exciting offer was addressed to “Mrs. Lege A.
Christ”! Confused as it is, that address contained at least a glimmer
of truth: after all, the church is the “bride of Christ” (Ephesians
5:25-27).
When Paul wrote to the believers at Rome, he told them “all the churches
of Christ send greetings” (Romans 16:16). We do not understand
that title as being a source of sectarian pride, but rather as a
reminder that the church belongs to Jesus by right of purchase (Acts
20:28). To quote our mission statement, this congregation wants to
truly be a church “of Christ”: that is, “our aim is to be like Jesus
in all things. We recognize that if our congregation is to wear the
name of Christ, we have the obligation as his disciples to reproduce the
life of Christ.”
The name on our sign out front is not a presumptuous boast but a
personal challenge: are we truly living in such a way that outsiders
identify us as belonging to Christ? It doesn’t really matter when
computers are confused about our identity, but it does make a difference
whether the world sees Christ in us.
- Dan Williams
El Dorado, Arkansas
www.cacoc.org
P.S. – By the way, remember
that advertising card offering a “FREE SAMPLE”, the one addressed to
“Mrs. Lege A. Christ”? I forgot to tell you the worst part: under the
address it carried the subscription, “Attn: Dan Williams,” and the free
offer was for a complimentary pair of pantyhose. Now that’s really a
case of mistaken identity! |
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