
The pendulum swings. Even Christians are not inclined to be creatures
of moderation, it seems.
At one end of the arc, believers sit docilely in pews being
entertained. Assuming the pastor is not merely a well-packaged platform
presence of minimal substance and that he genuinely possesses a spiritual
teaching gift, he is the only one who gets to exercise it. At best, the
performance holds our interest. At worst, we find ourselves constantly checking
the time.
At the other extreme it’s a bit chaotic and unpredictable:
men and women “share”, digress, pontificate, tell stories and interrupt each other to such an extent that impartial
observers would be hard pressed to distinguish between spiritual gifts, natural
impulses and mere gleeful enthusiasm at the opportunity to actually DO
something in the church for once.
Few churches find the sweet spot between hierarchy and
anarchy, between boredom and bedlam.