A Member of Christ

The Prayer Book tells us when we were baptized we became “a member of Christ.” As we noted last week, unus Christianus, nullus Christianus. “One Christian is no Christian.” We cannot be Christians by ourselves.

In the beginning, God said “It is not good for man to be alone.” He followed His observation by creating Eve to be with Adam, and so laid the foundation—not only for the family, but for society as well.

The Church is God’s bringing together—from the scattered and contentious race of man—a Family “of all nations and kindred and peoples and tongues” of His own. From its beginning, the Church understood God drew its members together “for our salvation and that of the whole world.” “We are His family and the sheep of His pasture.”

Families are both wonderful and exasperating, made up of people sometimes loving and sometimes loathing each other. Many of the closest bonds we form on earth are with family members, and oft-times, the greatest tensions and trials of our lives come from members of our family. When the Church is likened to a family, it’s not meant to be a perennially pleasant comparison. The comparison tells us something about God and each other (and maybe ourselves, too).

We are part of each other. “No man is an island,” John Donne reminds us. Your cousin may be delightfully witty and your nephew deadly dull. They remain related regardless. The man who occupies the pew in front of you may have a bad singing voice or a ill-fitting toupee; the pretty woman in the choir may draw admiring glances from the men and disapproving glares from the ladies, but each—the unknowing toupee-man, the attractive soprano, the admiring men and disapproving women—all are “members of Christ,” the “family for which our Lord Jesus Christ was contented to be betrayed, and given up into the hands of wicked men, and to suffer death upon the cross,” as one of the Collects for Good Friday reads.

God puts up with us, and He expects us to put up with each other. He loves us, and He expects us to love each other.

This is why we have parishes. Places where Christ’s members, His family, come together to worship Him, receive the Sacraments, intercede for the fallen world, and learn how to love each other, even if we don’t always like each other (and sometimes, of course, our best friends may be in the neighboring pew).

It’s no accident that you belong to the parish you belong to—God brought you there, to do—and to be—something. In your parish, as in your family, God is “working out your salvation.” It’s not always easy, it’s sometimes challenging, and it’s often fun and happy and exhilarating. God has made you His own in baptism and plopped you down in a parish to figure out what that means. So jump in with both feet and figure it out. The answer has eternal implications! -Fr Gregory Wilcox