Light cool breezes, a chill in the air, the sun bright and warm, chickadees bouncing about from balcony to branch and back, greens and browns abounding, all interact making the morning comfortable and beautiful.

I am busy already, starting this as a break rather than as a start of the day. My mind back to where it has been, my thoughts dancing over the centuries, considering the manners of a sanctified imagination, ancient and modern mingling about in my head.

There is little introspection, to be honest, little consideration. I’m thoroughly enjoying looking outward, engaged in the Text, loving my more focused return home.

A friend mentioned, upon returning from the oft discussed Emerging Church conference (which always surprises me by how many people return with a “It was good and all, but…” kinds of comments). She said that she wished for the Acts 2 kind of church. That isn’t a surprising comment, nor is it unusual, many people have that wish and dream.

So what is it? That’s the question really. Rather than being an unapproachable goal, which it has in a way become, sharing and learning in some sort of intimate community is not that difficult. Like with our sins, however, the only real barrier is ourselves. We want, but do not want, we seek, but look elsewhere when we find.

The Acts 2 community gathered together daily. They prayed, some taught, they ate. Mostly they met in each other’s homes, or in the Temple grounds. The Lord brought more and more to join each day.

Pray, teach, read, eat. That is the liturgy of the Acts 2 community. They had all things in common, (but for their wives as Tertullian puts it), and the Spirit moved mightily in and through them. Those who were learned would teach, those who were practical would arrange, those who heard words from the Spirit would speak these words, men and women, young and old. The young saw visions, the old dreamed dreams. Every one used their gifts, and while there was structure, the power always resided in the Spirit.

Pray, teach, read, eat, discuss, and, most importantly, gather. Daily. In the absence, in the rejection of these things, we substitute programs, ‘ministries’, activities meant to interject the results of the easy tasks by means of more complicated, expensive means.

It costs too much to be a Christian in this society, in my mind, much too much. Conferences, Christian schools, books, teachings, tapes, camps, etc. all which cost, all which force us out of our daily mode, because our daily mode is not itself sanctified. We pay to avoid doing that which is simple, but end up losing everything. Why?

Because we do not believe. Had we really an eternal perspective, trusting in the things of heaven more than the ways of this world, we would insist on being the Acts 2 community. We don’t, not really, our words betrayed by our actions. We taste of heaven and find that is enough, unwilling to really commit as they did in the first century, because it is not as real to us now as it was then. So, we bask in our complaints, consoling each other that all is not how it should be, and content to wander for years in the same wilderness of want.

In a moment all this could change. Gather, teach, learn, pray, eat, serve. The daily liturgy of the early Church. Not that hard, but in today’s society seemingly impossible. I don’t know why. If you read this, and want to give it a go, let me know. I’m open for anything.