In 2015, we planned to visit churches all over California. To get the year off to a big start (and incidentally to find out how we felt about spending hours and hours and hours in a car together) we decided to visit the furthest north, south, east, and west churches we could find in California. Each weekend that month, we drove up 10 hours (each way) for Sunday morning worship services. Here's what we wrote about that month's experiences.
GPS and us
Garmin and I don't always agree. Not as smart as some GPS systems, Garmin doesn't know about road construction or traffic snafus. Garmin doesn't always understand that we want to see the ocean or the trees. But there are times when we do what Garmin says without question because we have no idea where we're going. Garmin usually comes through.
GPS and us
Garmin and I don't always agree. Not as smart as some GPS systems, Garmin doesn't know about road construction or traffic snafus. Garmin doesn't always understand that we want to see the ocean or the trees. But there are times when we do what Garmin says without question because we have no idea where we're going. Garmin usually comes through.
We'll be relying on Garmin a bit more this year as we begin a new adventure. We're taking our Church Pilgriming on the road, out of Sonoma County, visiting churches throughout California. Just to show (perhaps most of all to ourselves) that we're serious about seeing variety in the state, in the month of January we'll be going to a church as far north as we can, and then to a church as far south as we can go, then east, then west. And we'll be listening to Garmin on those weekends. Not always obeying, but listening.
In this New Year, we'll all be looking for direction one way or another; perhaps for vocation, finances or relationships. Or you might be looking for spiritual direction. You might be looking to grow in your relationship with God. But, of course, there's no spiritual Garmin.
Or perhaps there is. God's "Garmin" tools include Scripture, prayer, meditation, and counsel from wise friends. Perhaps even finding a good church where God speaks to you. Just a friendly traveling tip for the New Year: God's direction, unlike Garmin, always gets you where you need to be.
First Baptist Church of Dorris
We noticed drums in the front of the sanctuary, which went unused throughout the service. We don't know if there is a worship band in the 6:00 pm service, the Wednesday evening service, or in the Spanish language service that meets there on Sunday afternoons, but during while we were there, the only musical accompaniment besides the piano was recorded tracks to accompany a couple of choruses. The choruses were printed on the back of the bulletin, while the other songs were sung from one of the two hymnals on the back of the pews.
Songs:
"Victory in Jesus"
"Brethren, We Have Met to Worship"
SOUTH
The Rock Church, San Ysidro
We noticed the clock on a screen on the back wall, counting down the minutes and seconds until the service began. This is something we've seen in a lot of churches. Unique (in our experience, anyway) was the countdown that continued during the service for music sets, announcements, and even the sermon. There was a good reason for this.
Miles McPherson, a former football player with the San Diego Chargers and MDiv grad from Azusa Pacific University, appeared on the screen (as I assume he appeared in two other campuses, but one live). He preached from Esther on the need to seize the Kairos Moments God gives us (a topic of a series we heard at another multicampus church, Santa Rosa Methodist, last year). McPherson is a quite appealing personality (though I thought of my youngest daughter's feminist sensibilities when he illustrated the story of Esther's beauty regimen with remarks about his wife's moisturizing).
NORTH:
Our plan this month is to go to churches at the far points of the compass, and this last weekend the compass pointed north. We didn't go "North by Northwest" as in the Hitchcock film or just "North" as in the Rob Reiner film that Roger Ebert wrote he "hated, hated, hated." No, we went northeast-- to the small town of Dorris, just below the Oregon border.
Coming out of the Christmas season, images of the North were fresh in mind; especially the North Pole populated by Santa, reindeer, elves, etc. We were pleased that there was, in fact, snow in the mountains and along the road to conform to that northern imagery.
Coming out of the Christmas season, images of the North were fresh in mind; especially the North Pole populated by Santa, reindeer, elves, etc. We were pleased that there was, in fact, snow in the mountains and along the road to conform to that northern imagery.
I was curious about the imagery of "North" in the Bible and discovered that though it is often used as a direction (as one would expect from historical stories of battles and travels), it doesn't have a consistently positive or negative connotation. In Job 37: 22 we find "out of the north comes golden splendor, around God is awesome majesty." In Isaiah 14:31, however, "smoke comes from the north," and it's not a good thing. Of course, when the nation of Israel was divided, Judah became the Southern Kingdom. Israel was the Northern Kingdom and the first to fall.
As far north as we could go, ecclesiastically, in California, we found the First Baptist Church of Dorris. We mentioned to the pastor before the service the reasoning (such as it was) that brought us there, and he (and, in another conversation, his wife) was quick to point out that their congregation was actually part of their denomination's Northwest District in Oregon. But the church was still south of the California border, which is what mattered to us.
The sermon that morning was taken from I Timothy chapter 3, which begins with a discussion of the people of the last days. The pastor pointed out that we were now in "the future" of the Back to the Future films, wherein Marty McFly travels from 1985 to the hovercraft-filled time of 2015. I, at times, felt a sense of time travel in the service, but back in time to when I attended the Wikiup Evangelical Free Church in the 1970's.
At the beginning of the service, birthdays and anniversaries were recognized -- just as we did at WEFC back in the day, with the honoree putting money in a special offering box in the front, followed by a chorus of "Happy Birthday"(with a bonus recited blessing from the whole congregation). Many of the songs (led by the pastor's wife and accompanied by piano) were songs we sang when I was a kid, such as "Victory in Jesus" and "Wonderful Words of Life." There was a sense of family in the small congregation like that I'd felt as a child.
Before the service, during the service greeting time, and after the service, many people welcomed us warmly. We also saw the regulars greeting each other happily, with particular attention paid to the young children (who departed to their class after a few songs with the whole congregation). The bulletin included a word search to occupy kids while they were in the service, but most of the kids we saw looked a bit young for word puzzles.
During the service a couple of different congregants -- possibly both were deacons -- were called on to pray. The pastor was the only Scripture reader. The sermon was a solid encouragement to read and follow God's Word in the New Year, buttressed by a testimony from a couple who has a ministry of giving out Bibles to the homeless.
Mindy and I were made to feel quite at home in the far north this Sunday morning.
Statistics:
Service length: 58 minutes
Sermon length: 23 minutes
Visitor treatment: There were no visitor's cards or other means to register our attendance. Visitors were not acknowledged in any special way during the service. But we were greeted by many before, during and after the worship service.
Our Rough Count: 34
Probable Usher's Count: 40
Snacks: No sign of 'em, but we don't know if coffee and/or treats were part of the earlier Sunday School hour (we think there were at least two adult classes).
Songs:
"Victory in Jesus"
"Brethren, We Have Met to Worship"
"Wonderful Words of Life"
"We Have Heard the Joyful Sound"
"Ancient Words"
"Above All"
"Have You Been to Calvary"
Miles Travelled to Dorris: 312
SOUTH
The Rock Church, San Ysidro
When we arrived at a quarter to for the 8:00 am service at The Rock Church's SanYsidro location, there were many more volunteers and staff in view than attendees. San Ysidro High School (where the newest congregation of The Rock meets), hosts the southernmost congregation in California, at least from what we could figure with internet research. There was good signage when we got off the freeway, directing us to the church, and large signs and banners at the high school. A friendly volunteer in an Oakland Raiders sweatshirt under his safety vest directed us to a parking spot.
Entering the school theater that acts as the sanctuary, we were greeted by folks in black t-shirts reading, "Hello." A woman at the door handed me a bulletin and asked me if I needed a pen. "I know he's going to have you take notes," she said.
It's a nice theater, capable of seating about 400 people. I assume the 10:00 am and noon services at the same location are better attended, but for the 8:00 am worship, the room was only about a quarter filled. Announcements flashed on the screen and a chiefly youngish crowd of mixed ethnicities leisurely filed in.
The Rock is one church meeting at four locations (plus "micro-sites," which we forgot to ask about) throughout San Diego County. Combining the campuses, Rock Church is one of the largest churches in the country, with a weekly attendance of over 15,000 people in 18 weekly services. The church began in the year 2000, meeting on the campus of San Diego State University (my alma mater). The San Ysidro campus is the newest, begun in September of last year, and the church plans to begin services at yet another site in a few months.
Right at 8:00 am, we were welcomed (on the screen) by a youth pastor from another of the campuses. A little later, the "Campus Pastor" gave some announcements, live. He encouraged people to join small groups called "Life Groups," which meet in various homes throughout the week. He said, "It's important to connect, so you'll be connected and stay connected." So, I've got to agree, thumbs up to connection.
A live worship band of three singers and four musicians didn't always follow their assigned time on the back screen, occasionally going a minute or two over. We found it interesting that there were no women in the band, and no women on stage or screen all morning (though women made up a fair percentage of the ushers and counseling team).
The congregation joined in enthusiastically with the worship, and it certainly wasn't a morning where the singing and performance of the worship band was the focus. We sang one verse of "Amazing Grace" in Spanish as part of the "Amazing Grace/My Chains are Gone" medley. (During the second two services of the morning, Spanish translation was available, but not for our 8:00 am service. During the sermon, the pastor mentioned he was working to learn Spanish.)
There was an altar call at the end of the sermon for a commitment to Christ or a recommitment, and seven people came forward. This was introduced by McPherson on the screen, but the campus pastor prayed and instructed those who came forward, shaking their hands and facilitating their meeting with members of a team wearing "Altar Call" t-shirts.
After a closing song, there was an announcement about giving. Plates weren't passed, but we were encouraged to give in one of three ways: drop off money in a box in the lobby, give online or give via text message.
A missionary friend of mine once said, "If you can't plant a church in Southern California, you can't plant a church anywhere." Whether this statement is fair or not, it looks like this four-month-old plant is off to a good start.
Statistics
Service Length: 1 hour 17 minutes
Sermon Length: 36 minutes (counting introductory prayer)
Visitor Treatment: We were greeted warmly by a number of volunteers, but no special attention to visitors. There was a form in the bulletin for updating information, but no mention of what to do with it.
Our Rough Count: 106
Actual! Ushers' Count: 112 (we overheard one usher telling another)
Snacks: We saw a room with coffee and (we think) snacks, but it seemed to be for the volunteers. With the rainy weather, a variety of things like the bookstore had been moved inside, so possibly coffee was normally available outside.
Songs: "Our Father"
"You are Faithful"
"Amazing Grace/My Chains are Gone"
"We Glorify Your Name"
Miles to place: 566
EAST
Big River Baptist Church
Big River Baptist Church
If you drive twelve hours to go to a worship service, you don't want to be late. It's especially frustrating when you were really there in time; you just didn't know it was time. This last weekend we were going to the furthest east church we could find, and that was part of the reason we were late.
When I thought about "east" in Scripture, my first thought was Genesis 4:16, "So Cain left the Lord's presence and lived in the land of Nod, east of Eden." Steinbeck used that verse to name a novel, of course. It makes one think of "East" as being away from paradise and away from God. Some travelers in the Mojave Desert of the eastern edge of California might have thought that was appropriate, but it's not the case when one reaches Big River -- not an incorporated city, but a beautiful resort spot on the Colorado River.
Anyway, again, the Big River Baptist Church being east is really why we were late for church. During the week, Mindy called the church and left a message asking about the worship time. And the pastor of the church kindly returned her call and let her know that Sunday School started at 9:00 am and the worship service started at 10:00 am.
We spent Saturday night in Needles, about an hour away from Big River, because the only motel in Big River was closed for renovations. We enjoyed the drive through the desert and arrived to see people pulling up to the church at 9:00 am (we assumed for Sunday School, and were happy and impressed that so many were in attendance). We decided to walk around the town and look at the river before church. We should have gotten a clue from a sign for a community event that posted the time of the event with the words "Arizona Time" in parentheses.
We went back to the church at quarter to ten and heard music inside. "Oh, they sing during Sunday School," I thought. But we went down to the sanctuary and looked inside. The pastor was approaching the pulpit to preach. We snuck into the back row of the reasonably full sanctuary, and it became obvious to us it was the worship service, not Sunday School, especially when the man next to Mindy offered us his bulletin.
After the service, we learned that even though the church is in California, it goes by Arizona time (which, in the winter, is one hour earlier than Pacific Standard Time). The Colorado River, which is the border, is almost within sight of the church, and driving to the bridge which crosses the state line takes about five minutes. The 10:00 am starting time was 9:00 am California time.
According to the bulletin, we missed opening prayer, the welcome, announcements, two hymns, prayer time and the tithes and offerings. Since that all took 45 minutes, my guess is (partly based on the many requests listed on the back of the bulletin) they spend a good deal of time in prayer.
But we werein time for the sermon, so I'll talk about that. The title was "Ashamed of the Gospel" with Romans 1: 16 & 17 as the opening text. The pastor argued that being hesitant to share the Gospel is equivalent to being ashamed of the Gospel. He said we must present the true Gospel, not one of the false Gospels floating around these days. He mentioned the false Gospels of Religion, Materialism, and Liberalism. (Talking about the Gospel of Liberalism, he described it as the Gospel of "I'm okay; you're okay, so God must love me. But He doesn't -- God hates us as we are. Our sin turns His stomach." I think I understand what he was getting at, but that's not how I'd phrase it.)
He presented the true Gospel as being through faith in Christ's death on the cross. And the sermon ended with an altar call, either to trust in Christ or commit to the church. We sang the first verse of "Trust and Obey" during the call, but no one came forward.
We had a very nice time talking with the pastor and his wife after the service. After discussing Pacific Standard vs. Mountain Standard Time, we discussed the demographics of the congregation. Many of those who attend during this season are "snowbirds" (retirees who come down for the warm climate during the winter.) A different crowd populates the area for river recreation during the summer, and attendance usually suffers, often dropping by half (but the pastor said it is getting better).
The pastor and his wife said they'd like us to visit again. That is one tough thing about this current gig we've undertaken. Whenever we're invited to return, we know it won't happen for a couple of years -- though we would like to be there for a whole service.
Statistics
Service length: 1 hour 30 minutes
Sermon length: 35 minutes
Visitor treatment: We were greeted warmly after the service, but we, of course, don't know how guests might be treated during the service because we missed much of it.
Our rough count: 45
Probable ushers' count: 50
Snacks: None that we knew of
Songs: "Our God Reigns" (choir)
"Send the Light"
"Sweet, Sweet Spirit"
"He Touched Me" (solo)
"Trust and Obey"
"The Bond of Love"
Miles from home to church: 690
WEST
Our Savior's Lutheran Church, Ferndale
Our Savior's Lutheran Church, Ferndale
In Acts 1:8 we read Jesus' command to his disciples to "be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all of Judea and Samaria and to all the ends of the earth." I guess you could say one of those ends is Ferndale, CA. But this week, we didn't just visit the furthest west church in California, but the furthest west in the contiguous United States.
The pastor greeted us (as he was greeting everyone) on the front steps of the church, and told us he was excited about the morning because there would be a baptism with a great family. Mindy and I hold to believer's baptism, wherein the person being dipped or dunked or in some way made wet knows what they're doing. We had services of dedication for our children rather than baptisms. But there is no denying infant baptisms are fun (and usually boost the morning attendance a bit,)
We had heard good things about the church the night before, after eating at Ferndale Pie Company. Mindy asked the man behind the counter for directions to the church. He told us it was a place his family went to at times, and that his parents always went to the pastor's other church in Fortuna. The pastor, Paul Demant, leads the 9:00 am service in Ferndale and then goes to the 11:00 am service in Fortuna. He also said to stick around for the hearty lunch after church.
The pianist was having fun with the prelude, riffing on hymns and choruses, keeping things lively. As we walked up to the church and again before the service began, we heard the bell in the church tower chime. It chimed again after the first songs; according to the bulletin, this was to let the community know that we were at worship.
The baptism was fun, of course, 'cause babies are cute. It was interesting that the congregation was asked to support the child and her family with a responsive reading using the Apostles' Creed.
The Scripture readings were fishy, in a good way, taken from Jonah 3 and Mark 1. Both were calls to God's people to proclaim his news: Jonah after being thrown up from the sea to the Ninevites and Jesus' call to His new disciples to be fishers of men. This was the topic for the children's sermon, and each child was given a stuffed animal (fish or whale) to remember the Scriptures. I can support this kind of bribery.
The sermon was based on those two texts, a call to evangelism. But the pastor seemed a bit overly concerned about people hating the very idea of evangelism, implying that if people knew the topic they would have skipped church. He assured the congregation that they weren't called to go door to door. He did encourage the congregation to consider two simple forms of outreach. He made available tins for people to fill with cookies to give neighbors. And he encouraged people to invite others to their monthly country/western service.
I appreciated the concrete suggestions, but I think he gave fear of evangelism a bit too much credence. Not everyone needs to be Billy Graham, but there are times all of us can share what God is doing in our lives with those. We can let people know we'll pray for them when they're in trouble. Jesus let His followers know they might face the cross; it's okay for us to let people know they might be called to share their faith. But again, his two suggestions weren't a bad start.
The service continued with communion and then, after the closing hymn, announcements. There were a number of activities offered - men's and women's Bible studies, Bingo, quilting and a Super Bowl party in the fellowship hall. And the guy at the pie shop wasn't wrong about the lunch spread offered after church.
Inviting others to this church wouldn't be an embarrassing thing.
Statistics
Service length: 1 hour
Service length: 1 hour
Sermon length: 18 minutes
Visitor treatment: The pastor greeted us before church, and a good many people asked us to the meal after church (at which people were quite friendly).
Our rough count: 71 people
Probable usher's count: 80 people
Snacks: The potluck brunch included chicken, mac & cheese, franks and beans, sausage and biscuits, sandwich makings, dessert and more (including coffee upon entering the room). Happy eating.
"You Have Come Down to the Lakeshore"
"Here in this Place"
"Children of the Heavenly Father"
"I Heard the Voice of Jesus Say"
"Softly and Tenderly"
"Onward Christian Soldiers"
Miles to church this week: 196
Total California miles for the month: 3,531
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