Oct 28 2008
Smackdown and Landsdowne
Three weeks ago, I called together 12 vikings in Adullam to consider diving in at a deeper level of committment to shepherding our collective Adullam flock. Because we have no full-time staff, we’ve run into quite a predicament helping all the rookies find a place in our mission. Many come wanting what they read about in the TK, but fail to remember that our stories happened over a two year span and without any formal church environment. Now, we’re playing catch up trying to figure out how to move people from observing to participating with us.
The meeting started well. Beers were ordered, good hearted manly talk was loud, food started to roll out, and overall, it was just great to be with these men that had become dear friends. The meeting quickly turned colorful when a few of the dudes thought we were calling them to help the larger gathered church structures. Most of these guys have been on staff at churches in the past, and were coming off a hard season of fighting through church deconstruction. They all work normal jobs, struggle to pay the bills, and only come to our gatherings because their kids and wives dig it. They usually stay outside and drink coffee while I talk, and you’d rarely see them enjoying the worship part of the service. Yet, these guys love people. They party well and draw crowds of sojourners around them. It was a few of these mates that all of a sudden got a little edgy.
Looking back, we did say some things that opened the door, but our intentions were to draw them all back to the way we began. INCARNATIONAL COMMUNITIES! Despite my intent, some sharp words were shared, and in great Irish/Norsk fashion, we almost had a donnybrook ensure in the middle of an Irish pub called the Landsdowne Arms.
Proudly, I can say, there’s not a Yes-man in the crowd. Each guy is fighting for his own heart and the integrity of our collective calling. Tears were shed, and after a couple hours, and a few pitchers of Dublin’s finest, we realized God was up to something and what we were fighting over was worth fighting over.
I’ve often realized that we could take the easy way out. Just call Adullam a church, put on a nice show and grow this the way many churches grow. One problem, however, would be that most of these men would leave. And therein lies the real issue. Adullam isn’t about growing or not growing. Adullam is about being with the people that breath the same air I breath. We were fighting over relationship and whether or not we could trust each other to play hard ball to keep God’s thumbprint on us pure. They were subconsiously asking me if I was going to wimp out, and I was subconsciousy asking if they would fight for it as hard as I was.
Tonight we meet for round two. Can’t wait to be with these guys and get after it again. Church is finally fun again, it’s passionate, and scary, full of pitfalls and easy outs, but in the end, I love the challenge of staying true to Christ and true to these guys.

