Lately I've been wondering if I should change churches. I miss the monthly luncheon my childhood church hosted; it let you get to know people. My church, my city, my age demographic, is marked by fleeting transience. And the church I currently attend has such a vast staff that one can feel anonymous and unnecessary. Not so the small church. "Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name..."
This is a wonderful, warm, funny memoir about Jason Byassee and his family's time ministering in small, rural churches. As such, it's not what I expected - a straightforward pastoral ministry book. It IS pastoral, but autobiographically, not in a technical way. Byassee's writing style took some getting used too but it grew on me. He offered a lot of gracious reflections on the people in the churches he and his wife served in - earnest, conservative, blue-collar types in sharp distinction to his more liberal, Duke-education. Byassee often compares the small church to the megachurch - the intimacy, fidelity, often clumsy character of the small church contrasted to the hip, professional, anonymous megachurch that offers loads of programs. The author knows that the small church forces people to rub shoulders with friends, rivals and even enemies and that this can be tremendously vital to one's sanctification. He praises as well as calls out the triumphs and failures of the small congregations and their rag-tag, needy, saints but as he reflects on the scenarios and situations he found himself in, he also makes us aware of his own errors and laments what he could have done differently.
Byassee is United Methodist and that denominational identity hangs heavy over this memoir as Byassee explains how the UMC places its ministers and the tension that sometimes grips a mainline denomination that also has evangelical, conservative members in it. As well, the "rural" is just as much a part of this book as the "small," which disappointed me a bit because the changes things significantly. A small church in a rural area is much more clearly one of the main gathering communities whereas small churches nestled in metropolises have much more competition between not only other small churches but new church plants and established megachurches. How might Byassee's experience and narrative been if the churches he writes so tenderly about in this book were located in Houston or Minneapolis rather than Zebulon county? But Christians seem to have difficulty meditating on the city - the novels of Wendell Berry and Marilynne Robinson are set in small towns.
This is a hagiography of the small church and it is beautiful.