The convergence of the people making up the community of Forging Ploughshares is a story unto itself. Among us we have tried the megachurch, the rural church, the Roman Church, and the mission Church. We have come together more out of desperation than any organized intent. Most of us are millennials, one of the least churched groups in America.[1] I am suspicious (as a boomer) that the generational divide on this issue has more to do with an older generation which has come to expect very little.[2] Whatever reason my generation is most happy to attend ordinary church (40%), they apparently do not attend so as to grow their faith (according to Barna). The generational disaffection (some 59% of millennials who have grown up in church have left) may reflect a determined unwillingness to settle. Millennials find church irrelevant and presume God himself is absent from the institution. They are looking for honesty in regard to hard questions but most of all they are looking for a cure for loneliness – and Church is not perceived as speaking to either issue.[3] In other words, church as we mostly have it, is not being the Church. Continue reading “We are (Not That) Church: The Forging Ploughshares Story”