We are a hybrid company. That means that for tax purposes we are a for profit company. We have a real product which we manufacture and sell. We have offices in seven nations. There are payroll, taxes, insurance and all the trappings of an ordinary business.
Yet behind the scenes, we are a church. I see myself as the CEO, pastor and father of the people in the company. We do evangelism, baptism, Communion, discipleship, teaching, deliverance, inner healing, worship, caring for widows, orphans, the foreigners in our midst, the poor, and all the “one another” commands in Scripture.
We just don’t do it according to the familiar rhythm of the institutional church.
So it came about that Agatha flew in last week for an encounter with God. She found an AirBnB room with people who turned out to be walking tall Christians. Her first hug from God.
She spent about a week driving around California, checking out various beaches, trying to find the one that was right for her baptism. She decided on White Point Royal Palms Beach in San Pedro. God met her there and said this was the place.
So on Thursday we closed the office for the morning. Megan, Hanna and I drove there and met her. She shared some of the story of how God led her to this beach.
Then she read the renunciation she had prepared, rejecting the kingdom of darkness and all the deeds of darkness, and all covenants associated with it, and committing to the Kingdom of Life and the King of Glory.
Agatha is intense. Four pages. She was going to nail this thing.
Then she carefully folded it, and put it in her pocket. It was going to get baptized too!
We waded out into the ocean, found a place where the kelp was not too much of a nuisance, then she knelt facing the waves. Here we baptize by Triune Immersion because of the mountain of evidence that this was the way it was done by the early church. If this is a new thought to you, check out the teaching on YouTube.
The waves were large enough that the surfers were out, not too far from us. We timed the three immersions to roughly coincide with the incoming waves. The sound of the surf was so loud I am not sure she heard much of anything I said, but the Lord did, and I am sure her spirit did too.
Her euphoria after the baptism was substantial. We waited for a while as she partied before the Lord, then we gathered at the top of the rock wall and enjoyed a medley of fresh California fruit before parting ways.
She stayed in the shade of a palm tree for a few hours. The devil came and taunted her that she had not done it good enough and therefore it was not going to take. Jesus showed up for the conversation and re-purposed the whole rest of her life in a single sentence.
The liar fled.
This is doing church in a hybrid business.
Copyright July 2016 by Arthur Burk