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"Epidemic" comes from the Greek words "epi" and "demos" meaning "upon people".

A Pandemic is, basically, a really big epidemic.

I was having a relatively benign conversation with a group of people recently, and though the content was nothing intriguing, one participant seemed to use the word "potentially" a lot. Almost obnoxiously. Like he had just learned it or something.

With all the flu publicity circulating (to vaccinate, or not to vaccinate?) I've been thinking about the 'p' word a lot. The flu has the potential to kill us all. It could even become an epidemic.

The God context:
What if God's church [WE ARE THE CHURCH, FYI] became infectious? What if, instead of being groups of "good" people who meet in pretty churches, we created a torrent of God-exposure by re-examining our traditional ministries and inventing a whole new method of witnessing? Becoming dynamic people, strategically placing ourselves in situations where we can develop deeper relationships with the people we are trying to reach has the potential to change the world.

Pop the bubble. Take off your flu mask. Kiss a pig. I don't know. Talk to the loser. Listen to the bitter Atheist. When was the last time you personally sought out a theological conversation or invited someone to church?

It's uncomfortable? Hold that insouciance.

The internet has changed us: shrunk the planet, altered our sense of possible, and made the strange familiar. Now is a better time than ever to reach out to the alienated, touch the untouchable, and love the weirdos.

I'm not aiming for potentially successful, I'm not trying for an epidemic. I'm thinking bigger. Masses of people. Sold out devotion. Incalculable. Unprecedented. Exponential.

A Pandemic.


Pastor Billy said…
seriously this rocks. I've been speaking about this to my people for months. we did an outreach that cost the church $0 (accept we didn't take up an offering that Sunday). so the cost is cheap. what we did was cancel our Sunday Morning service. "Don't Go to Church - BE the Church". Everyone was supposed to go to a neighbor and be a servant for them during that time. we had about 90% participation and 100% positive feedback. most people were shocked that us Christians weren't where they thought we "should" be.

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