In my report to the vestry for its January meeting, I reflected on the Church—and specifically, Good Shepherd, Rosemont—as a place to be found, especially when we’re lost. At the risk of repeating myself to our vestry, it seems important to share my reflections with you, parishioners and friends of the parish. It would behoove us to ponder exactly what makes the Church the Church in 2025. Why go to church? Why invest time and energy in the Church when we have plenty of demands on our time from organizations and entities outside of her? For those of us who believe in the importance of the Church and her mission, why is the Church inseparable from our desire to lead full and meaningful lives? I’d like to share my own responses to these questions by way of a message I recently wrote to our vestry, which I offer here in a slightly revised form.
I’m not surprised that one of the most beloved stories in the Bible is the Parable of the Prodigal Son, or of the Loving Father, or of the Son Who Was Lost but Found, or whatever you want to call it. I think this story is popular not only because it’s a wonderful story but because we all know what it feels like to be lost. And we relish the security of being found. In St. Luke’s Gospel, this beloved parable is preceded by the Parable of the Lost Sheep and the Parable of the Lost Coin. In the former, even one sheep among ninety-nine others is sought after with great zeal and love. In the latter, a woman turns her house upside down until she finds one lost coin. As much as many Christians out there delight, rather perversely, in telling us about a God who seems to have it in for us, the God described across the pages of Scripture and revealed to us in Jesus Christ is a God of infinite love who seeks everyone who is lost. This God knows us by name. This God knows every hair on our heads. This God is the “hound of heaven” who pursues us in love. When we’re lost, God will find us, somehow, somewhere.
From the moment I was called to be the rector of this parish, I was acutely aware of the theological significance of the parish’s namesake. I still take seriously the call to be a good shepherd, and I try to be a responsible shepherd. It’s ironic that a parish with such a name went astray for so long. And having been here for four and a half years now, it’s not lost on me that we’re a sheepfold for lost sheep. I don’t mean “lost” in the sense of being profligate or wasteful or irresponsible, but I simply refer to that very intrinsic part of the human condition—being lost. We’re all lost. When we sin, we’re lost. When we’re lonely and searching for community, we’re lost. When we’ve lost someone dear to us, we’re lost, too. When we’re unhappy with some aspect of our lives and know that there must be something better, we’re lost. When our children are out of control and we feel that we can’t help them, we’re lost. When the world seems like an increasingly dangerous place and we long for safety, we’re lost. When we’ve not made God a part of our lives before but now yearn for him, we’re lost. Yes, all of us are lost in some way. All of us have been lost. Indeed, all of us are lost in some fashion or another.
I’m always delightfully surprised at how many newcomers find the Church of the Good Shepherd, and I’m convinced that the Holy Spirit has drawn them here. And I also maintain that there’s something special about the community forming at Good Shepherd. It’s true that the Church should always be a refuge for sinners and a home for the lost, but some churches are more unfriendly, less welcoming, more cliquish places than others. The Church of the Good Shepherd is not. I feel strongly that we’ve been called to a ministry of hospitality, which involves more than dishing out a muffin or a mug of coffee after Sunday Mass. It means scouring the church with our eyes until we notice the person who is new among us. It means leaving our comfortable circles at coffee hour to go and speak to the person who is sitting alone. It means saying our usual hellos to our old friends at church and then walking up to the person who has attended for the first time and kindly, but without any pressure, offering to escort them to coffee hour. It means reaching out by email to the newcomer and inviting them for coffee. It means risking the discomfort of breaking our shyness to make conversation with someone new.
But it’s even more than this, and here’s where it gets a bit scary. Ministry to the lost means first recognizing how we are lost. It means unearthing those painful memories of being bullied in school or ostracized or made fun of. And then from that dark place, we keep our eyes open for those among us who are also lost. We tell them about the place that has changed our lives, where we’ve been found and have experienced community—Good Shepherd, Rosemont. We invite them to experience this home, this safe sheepfold, with us. In short, we follow the Great Commission to be evangelists, the duty of every Christian.
You already know that I believe our parish and the wider Church is called to grow. Growth is assumed in the Gospel message. But for our parish to continue to grow and become sustainable for a long future, we can’t merely rely on those who find us on their own (and through the work of the Holy Spirit). No, the Holy Spirit often uses us to find others. We shouldn’t neglect this charge. So, invite someone to church. Tell them about this place that you love so much. If you have an idea for how this parish can minister more effectively to the lost, voice your idea but also lead the charge in realizing it. Our parish’s growth will depend not just on ideas but on leaders committed to turning ideas into reality. We all have a hand to play in the growth of this parish.
I hope that it can be the mission of each one of us to always be on the lookout for that lonely person. Please talk to them. And would you please go a step further? Would you use our Realm directory to locate the email address of someone new and invite them to coffee or tea? Or lunch? The Church will be stronger if we don’t just talk about community but live it in an intentional way.
We’re told nearly every day that the Church is dying, but what such despairing, narrow-minded messages overlook is that in a world that is deeply lost, where cruelty can assert itself with ease, and where there is an increasing loss of meaning, the Church is the steward of a treasure. That treasure is the Gospel. And this means that for the person who has no home at school or in the workplace, or for the person who is struggling to find friends or community, or for the person who is quietly suffering or deeply lonely, the Church is their true home, because it’s the home of us all. The Church will revive if we embrace this and believe it. If we refuse to continue feeding the beast of a world that demands more and more of our time but chews us up and spits us out, and if we turn, instead, to the Church that will comfort, nourish, and strengthen us, then we will have learned something about what all of us need from the Church. The Church’s mission is always to the lost, because the best news we can offer to the world is that, although we once were lost, now we’re found.
Yours in Christ,
Father Kyle