Sunday, August 11, 2019

2016 Revisited: Kauai Christian Fellowship, Hawaii

They are no longer in the tent. Often, tourists who have seen the movie Soul Surfer come to this church in Kauai expecting to see a tent on the beach like in the movies, but find they’re in a building. To tell the truth, in real life the tent was on a lawn rather than a beach anyway. So if your faith was in movies, you should also know now that the Ark of the Covenant has not been rediscovered, and dinosaurs have not  been cloned using mosquito fossils.

So what did we find in visiting Kauai Christian Fellowship? A loving body of believers that happen to meet in one of the more beautiful places in Creation.

I admit to a bit of confusion when we were looking for this church before our trip began. My niece, Janae, was good friends with a pastor’s daughter in Kauai. I knew this was the church that Bethany Hamilton, of Soul Surfer book and movie fame, had attended. But there was some Google confusion when we tried to search the church. Turns out, Pastor Steve Thompson founded North Shore Christian Fellowship (aka Tent Church, aka Soul Surfer Church), which recently affiliated with a church on the South Shore of Kauai, Kauai Christian Fellowship, and now both campuses use that name.

Sunday morning, we entered a gymnasium rather than a tent. The north shore campus of Kauai Christian Fellowship meets on the grounds of a Christian school, using the gym for worship and a classroom for Sunday School. Before the service, a ukulele choir played and sang a number of songs (including “How Great Thou Art” sung in Hawaiian and English).

It is often our practice to sit in the back of the congregation, all the better for quiet observation. But I hadn’t worn my glasses, so I decided I needed to sit up front in order to read the screen. There was a bonus with this choice, because the front rows are composed of couches and comfy chairs. There are also round tables along the sides set with snacks. (Both are designed to discourage people from huddling in the back rows.)

The service didn’t start on the button at 9:30, but mainlanders find they must adjust to “Island time” when they come to Kauai. After some singing, Pastor Steve introduced the time of communion. All believers in Jesus as Lord were invited to come to the table and take a piece of bread and a cup and return to their seats, he said, then all would eat and drink together. (A woman in our row was holding a small child, so I offered to bring back communion for her. She gladly accepted. Her name was Millie, and I’ll quote her later.)

When it was time to collect cups, we passed ours to a five year old carrying the baskets. Kauai Christian Fellowship operates on the philosophy that the Church is a family, and everyone in the family has chores to do. Therefore, there is an effort to find age appropriate tasks for everyone, including children and teens. (After the worship service, at least one kid requested the task of drinking the leftover grape juice.)

Adam Ayers, an anthropologist and a pastor from Southern California, was the guest speaker. (There are congregations where the senior pastor tenaciously holds the pulpit, and only reluctantly allows others to preach. Kauai Christian Fellowship has a different way of doing things. There are three teaching pastors, Kahu Steve Thompson of the North Campus, and Rick Bundschuh and Dain Spore of the South Campus rotate most of the speaking duties on both campuses, but other guests and staff members take shifts as well.)

Ayers began his sermon with a current event on the minds of many on the island. He asked people to raise their hands if they knew what he was talking about when he said, “Mark Zuckerberg” and “fence.” He asked those who didn’t raise their hands to ask hand raisers for an explanation. You see, Zuckerberg recently purchased a 700 acre property and is surrounding that land with a six-foot high privacy fence. Ayers remarked that there seemed to be a dichotomy between someone making a fortune mining the privacy of others at Facebook and then seeking privacy for himself. Ayers said before we judge too quickly, we should recognize that we all live with some degree of hypocrisy, especially those of us in the Church.

He quoted A. W. Tozer, who said, “Christians don’t tell lies -- they just go to church and sing them.” Christians speak of Bible words like “freedom” and “humility,” Dr. Ayers pointed out, but they seem understand them as poorly as Vizzini understood the word “inconceivable” in The Princess Bride. But there are signs of hope -- Dr. Ayers said he wanted to tell about the most moving communion moment he had ever seen. (He prefaced this by mentioning a wonderful communion moment from that morning when a junior high boy dashed to the table to make sure he didn’t miss out.)

In the eighties, Ayers was in a small group that was also attended by a man named Bill. Bill was a schizophrenic who would, during group discussions,  ask whether he was sounding crazy or not. He had contracted AIDS. Back then, no one was sure what caused AIDS or how HIV was spread, and fear was rampant. The group was sharing communion, all drinking from a common cup. Bill was unsure whether he was welcome to drink from the cup with the others, but he did. And the person who took the cup from Bill made a point of drinking from the same portion of the rim of the cup. It showed some people do understand what the words “Body of Christ” mean.

After the service at Kauai Christian Fellowship North, what was called “snacks” but was really a small meal was served. People apologized for the smaller than usual selection (it l with a couple of explanations. One was that the next day was the Fourth of July Picnic at the beach when a large meal would be served. (Which was true. There were bounteous servings of hamburgers, hot dogs, veggie burgers, chips and salads.) Another explanation was that in the summer when surf was up, some wouldn’t stay for eating and cleaning up but were quick to dash for the beach.

While waiting in line to eat and also during the meal, I had the opportunity to ask a number of people why they came to Kauai Christian Fellowship, North Campus. Millie (our communion neighbor) said she was an unusual case. She came because her husband was on staff as a worship leader. But she still told me something she appreciated about the church. She said previously, they had been at a megachurch of thousands in Las Vegas. There, things were done on a “transactional basis.” But here, she said, she was immediately treated as family. People offered to babysit and wouldn’t consider being paid. People brought food when their family moved in without looking for anything in return.

That theme of family returned with many people I spoke with. Heidi (a church greeter) said that when she first came to the area, she found other churches with solid teaching, which she also found at KCF. But when she came to the after church meals, she found “instant family”.

I talked to a woman named Sailor who said she had been at a church before that didn’t have older people. She appreciated coming to this church, where she found older people and younger people, because that was more family like. She also loved Kahu (Pastor) Steve’s teaching, which she said was focused on “the love of God.”  I talked to many people who spoke of Steve’s gentle spirit and  focus on God’s grace. (Someone mentioned that a few years before, a small group had tried to force legalism into the church but “they crashed on the rock of Steve’s solid grace.”)

Mason, the worship pastor on the North Campus (and Millie’s husband), said that family focus was part of the church culture, but was also part of the island culture. Everyone considers themselves the “uncle” or “auntie” of all the children. After church we saw children on skateboards on the concrete floor of the worship area, with all adults keeping a watchful eye on them. At the beach, everyone’s children were entrusted to the other loving adults when parents were busy with other tasks.

Formality is not a high priority. I talked to Rick Bundschuh, teaching pastor at the South Campus, about their membership process. They invite people who’ve started attending to a big party where they are told about the church, its goals and methods. If people want to become a part of things, they are given a key to the property. Hundreds of people have keys to the buildings. “If we err, we’d prefer to err on the side of trust,” Rick said.

Oh, and if you were wondering if Bethany Hamilton was at the service, she wasn’t. She still comes on occasion, but she’s married, has a child, and has a number of other commitments, many of them off-island. For a time she had to deal with tourists who would come to church just to see her, so she started arriving late and leaving early to avoid distracting others. But a number of people we talked to (inside and outside of the church) talked about what a gracious person she was. Kahu Steve spoke of her ministry to women who have lost a limb (it’s called “Beautifully Flawed”) and the joy she has working with the Make a Wish Foundation when they bring groups to Hawaii. It seems she is a wonderful representation to the public of the kind of ministry her church has been doing for a long time.

Service Length: 1 hour 5 minutes
Sermon Length: 27 minutes
Visitor Treatment: During an announcement time before the sermon, Pastor Rick told the congregation to look around and "meet somebody you don't know." Everyone was invited to an Independence Day picnic at the beach the next day. There wasn't (as far as I could tell) any way of recording who was in attendance or any visitors.
Followup by Tuesday Morning: none
Our Rough Count: 115
Probably Ushers' Count: 125
Snacks: coffee, water, and (for sale) specialty coffee drinks. A variety of sweets and treats as well as a meat stew covered the snack table.
Musicians: keyboard, bass, percussion box, and electric guitar (all men)

Songs: "Nu 'Ole" ("Glad Tidings) ukulele band prelude
"'Ekolu Mea Niu" ("Three Greatest Things") ukulele band prelude
"Hoe Amau" ("Pull for the Shore") ukulele band prelude
"How Great Thou Art" ukulele band prelude
"Na Iesu" ("I Know Whom I Have Believed") ukulele band prelude
"Hallelujah, Your Love is Amazing"
"Good, Good Father"
"Holy is the Lord"
"Be Thou my Vision"
"Bless the Lord, O, my Soul"
Distance to Church: 16 miles
Miles from Start: 27,341
Total 2016 Miles: 27,045
Church Website:

Tuesday, August 6, 2019

That time we met Toni Morrison twice

Back in 2016 when we were visiting a bar and a church in every state, we found ourselves at a bar in Washington state with our three children. Both daughters, without realizing it, chose the same pseudonym.

The Three Lions Pub, Redmond, Washington
Every family cherishes, I’m sure, their first trip to a bar together. Okay, maybe not. I’m not sure, since it wasn’t a thing in my family. But I’m sure this was our first bar visit as a family, because our youngest is now 21. Just not sure about the family cherishing thing.

Here’s how it happened: Dean and I decided we would rather see Alaska in the summer than in the winter, so we took a break from driving on the East Coast and flew from New York to Seattle to Alaska, back to Seattle overnight, and on to Hawaii. That trek complete, we decided to spend a few days in Redmond, Washington (where our daughter and son-in-law live), with the whole family, including the daughter from Brooklyn and the son from Santa Rosa.

The paragraph above is, frankly, a bit of an excuse. The main reason we walk into bars is to get into conversations with people we meet there, but this week we really just wanted to talk with our family. We hope to make it back to Washington state towards the end of the year, when we expect to talk to locals we don’t already know. But not this week.

Instead, the six of us went to The Three Lions Pub in Redmond. The place has an English theme, so yes, football was on the telly (American translation - “soccer on TV”). Guys were playing darts. (They invited Dean to play. There are weekly games, and one of the guys said, “You meet cool guys here. And some not so cool guys.” One guy raised his hand and said, “I’m one of the not cool guys.”) The drink menu is full of British references from Mary Queen of Scots to Princess Di. (As a result, our drink orders included the Churchill Margarita, Fawlty Towers, London Metro, Princess Diana, Strongbow cider, and Absolutely Fabulous.)

There was also shockingly good food. That was rather disappointing, since tasty food doesn’t seem to go with the British theme, but what can you do? Bret ordered soft pretzels with a good beer cheese dipping sauce, "Eduardo” ordered blueberry cheesecake, and Dean ordered bread pudding, but he didn’t order it in a Cockney accent, so that was a missed opportunity.

Though circumstances were quite different from our average bar visit, nothing could stop us from asking our standard questions. We even said, “What’s your first name, and feel free to lie about it," as we always do (usually, people give us their actual names, as far as we know. This time, the lies were cheerful and blatant.) Next we asked the other two standard questions, “What makes for a good bar?” and “Whether you go or not, what makes for a good church?”

To the second question, daughter “Toni” responded that she liked quiet places that had good music and cheap drinks -- “preferably cheap, cheap, cheap” and “ample seating because I don’t like standing. I get upset when it’s crowded.” She added that a bar should ideally have a patio. She usually gets what she wants, she said, “and if I don’t, I go to a different place.”

Eduardo said he likes “a bartender who knows what he or she is doing, good beers on tap, and a place to sit.” He also likes a quieter place, or at least “not so loud you can’t hear the person next to you.” Both agreed they wanted to be at a bar to spend time with their friends.

Toni added, “Usually the point is to hang out with friends.”

Bret said he’s looking for “decent selection of drinks, and bartenders who know what they’re doing.”

About then Dean and our other daughter, “Tonimorrison” came back from an errand. She said she looked for good food, “not too expensive but well-made drinks,” and she wanted to be able to talk to people -- “presumably the people you came with.”

We turned to the church question.

Eduardo said that the speaker should have intelligent things to say about their topic and “not rambling. I think we can all agree about that.” (I think he’s right.)

Bret said that a good church will have a firm grasp of scripture and a “relatively quick sermon that still has insight. It’s probably a good thing if the church is welcoming; you don’t want to feel like an outsider, but you don’t want to be overly welcomed.”

Tonimorrison said she thought that church is a “place for people who want to know Christ better,” and she looks for “a pastor who sincerely loves God and people,” where she can learn something and give back. When Dean asked if the learning was for old and new church goers alike, she said, “Hopefully, you’re learning from those around you. You should be growing in Christ.”

Toni said, “There should be music, but not too much. It should be easy to sing, with projected lyrics.” (There was a sound of agreement around the table at this point.) She added that the church should be “genuine, not trying to hard to be relevant” and “genuinely focused on God, not on what they think.” She said she also wants “a sermon that’s -- it’s a lot to ask -- inspired. Not offensive, not sexist, not exclusive.” A church should be service oriented, she thinks, and considerate of the various experiences of the people.

So next week we’re back to the East coast, our Dodge Caravan, and complete strangers in bars. But we wish you all from The Three Lions Pub a jolly “Pip, pip” and “Cheerio” and maybe even a “Bob’s your uncle.”