Why We Attend A Home Church
All of my life I’ve attended a traditional church. Growing up, I went to Catholic mass with my grandparents in California, and a Southern Baptist church here with my dad. Since my husband and I have been married, we’ve visited many different churches. And although we have loved the people we’ve met and formed relationships with, there has always been this sense of something missing.
We longed to fellowship as Jesus and the disciples did. I kept talking to my husband about the idea of starting a Bible study or something in our home so that we could try to achieve this sort of closeness with other believers. I had never heard of a “home church” before, but I found myself wishing we could do something like that.
The more I thought about it, the more it began showing itself around me. I got in touch with a long lost friend, and in our conversations she revealed to me that her and her husband hold “church” in their home. I was very excited to hear that others actually did this! I shared with her my conviction to do something similar. And then suddenly, it was as if the Lord lifted a veil, and more and more people that I came in contact with also home churched. Then one day my husband came home and told me about a man he’d met who is a pastor and holds “church” in his home. He shared with me his desire to visit this church, and I was excited to agree.
Even though these gatherings are an hour from us, we have truly enjoyed, and even look forward to, every meeting. We are a small group of believers, all eager to dig into the Word. What we really love is that our “pastor”, though we don’t really call him that, is on the same road we are in every way.
I love that we meet in a room off of his barn, and it really doesn’t matter what you wear. We sing, we search God’s Word, we pray, we eat a potluck lunch afterward, and have wonderful fellowship. And we appreciate that our tithe money can be used to help somebody instead of paying for a building to worship in, or the electricity bill.
But one of the most important things to me is that the children stay with us, right where they belong, and play quietly while we listen. I don’t have to worry about sending them to be taught under somebody I don’t really know. I don’t have to worry that somebody will sneak them away from a distracted teacher. I don’t have to worry about the influence other non-homeschooled kids will have on them. I won’t have to worry about them being given cookies and soda for a snack, and I don’t have to worry about the pedophile who came back to our old home church, hurting my beautiful daughter.
This is why we attend a home church.
When the Lord was on this earth, fellowship happened in the homes of other believers. Jesus taught. The children gathered around. Believers sang, prayed, and ate together. We feel blessed to be able to do the same.
We realize, however, that we may not always have the freedom to worship this way. Actually, the police have come out on a couple of occasions and threatened our pastor with fines if he continued holding “church” on his property. If they had a good reason, like our cars blocking the road or something, that would be one thing, but there is no good reason. We all park our cars on the pastor’s property, within the gates of his land. We are not disrupting anybody or anything. It’s sad that law enforcement would waste it’s time persecuting a group of believers over people actually breaking the law.
Anyways, I realize that not everybody shares the desire to home church, so please don’t feel the need to defend your choice of worship. I just thought I’d share with you what we do, and why. I guess I want to share an alternative to traditional, institutionalized churches for those who are searching for something different.