With all my talk about multicultural church, I expect some of you might be wondering if I see any place for personal expression. Well, the answer is most certainly yes.
To the left you see but one example. Its a wind chime out the front of our house. It welcomes everyone who enters. I picked up when visiting some hippy missional friends of ours up near Nimbin. For those of you who’ve never heard of Nimbin, its the alternative culture capital of Australia.
Now, I don’t know about you, but this appeals to the alternative culture loving, former New Ager in me. I love the sound of the chimes, I love the colours of the crystals. In advocating diversity I feel free to express my own idiosyncrasies.
People who don’t necessarily get it can still appreciate the core symbol: the cross. That’s the essential thing.
This diversity flows through to other aspects of community life. When people meet over here, in my home, prayer with an ambiance of incense and candles has not been unknown. When people meet elsewhere, Hillsong or Keith Green may be playing in the background. Community meals may be dry or amply supplied with wine depending on who is hosting. It may involve meat and three veg, or a variety of curries. You see, it doesn’t really matter. What matters is this: we are of one body, one Spirit through the resurrection of Jesus.
Jesus had this gift, of looking through the superficial, to seeing others as they really are. I believe he calls us to look beyond culture and into the humanity of one another. He said, if you have eyes to see, see.