It has been a tough week in the Buegler household.
Normally, I use this space for info about the Network...please allow me to deviate from that for an entry.
Our youngest son, Samuel, was hospitalized this past week. The short version:
According to the Infectious disease doctor, Samuel must have been carrying around the Strep Group A bacteria for quite awhile. (It went through our household 6-8 weeks ago, and according to the doc, yes, it can remain dormant in the body for that long and longer.) Sam had a very minor injury a week ago last Friday. Swimming in the Community Center pool, he hyper-extended his fingers. No big deal.
He developed a fever. We thought it must be a cold or flu. His fingers were sore; of course, he'd bent them.
Saturday, he remained the same.
Sunday morning, the pain was worse, there was swelling in the arm, and a suspiscious red spot had developed over his wrist. I had to go to worship; Lori took Sam to our clinic, which is open Sunday morning. They sent Sam straight to the hospital. They were concerned about an infection in the bone...(read: really bad.)
It wound up being an infection in the wrist joint. Also bad, but not as bad.
So, 18 doctors, 2 hospitals, 1 surgery, 1 procedure and now 6 weeks of IV anti-biotics to look forward to, hopefully Sam is on the mend.
As we took this journey, I tweeted what was happening. Twitter feeds my Facebook status. Little updates of where we were at and what was going on. I have to admit, I wondered whether this was 'appropriate' or not. After all, as a card-carrying stoic norwiegen, we're pretty private people. And many folks I don't know that well receive my updates.
But the other prospect was answering a zillion phone calls...telling the story over and over and over and over again...
So I twittered my son's illness.
What was fascinating to me was the response. I'd post something up and would quickly, within 30-60 minutes, have tons of responses: Well wishers, people promising to pray, people asking us what we 'need'...It was amazing...overwhelming, actually.
And when significant events took place, the same thing happened. At 9pm on Tuesday night I twittered something like "We're on our way to surgery." Wham. Instant responses. Almost overwhelming.
So flash-forward a couple of days: The sr. pastor with whom I am blessed to serve is visiting us in the hospital and the conversation turns to prayer requests and then to these Tweets and Facebook updates. I explain to him what Lori and I'd experienced, and I showed him the posts and the responses.
His response: "This is church."
This is church.
Yes, it is. It's a different kind of church. It's not structural...it's organic. But is the Holy Spirit any less present? Not in what I experienced. I experienced the love and grace of God in a way that couldn't otherwise have happened. God's grace moved in those notes in ways that stirred our hearts. Healing, emotional and physical took place because of the prayers of the hundreds who read and followed.
This is church.
Some may not be comfortable with it. Some may not understand it. Some may diminish it. Their claim is that real relationships cannot be lived out online. Speaking as an immigrant to the digital culture, I respectfully disagree. The prayers and support that was communicated to me via short, 140 character messages lifted our hearts and brought healing to us. It is a different form of community, but it is community. And I belive that it is the work of God's Spirit.
This is church. There are not walls. There are not boundaries. It shouldn't diminish traditional church as we have known it, and it certainly won't replace it. But it is one of the ways that God draws together the twos and threes...the tens, hundreds and thousands. It is one of the places the Spirit blows and it cannot be ignored.
This is church.
tb
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