I live next door to a time machine

Yes that's right, I live next door to a time machine - not the one above (I wish it was, because it goes back and forward in time), but the one below.

Unfortunately this time machine only goes back 50 years and there's no control over it. Every Sunday morning I enter the building and am immediately transported back to the '50s.

I guess I'm not alone as I recently read the following quote in 'Red Moon Rising' (Pete Greig and Dave roberts):

"Teenagers and young adults are finding the Church increasingly irrelevant. Every Sunday thousands of our contemporaries leave the pew, never to return. But statistics mask the real story. A fifty-year time warp often separates Saturday night from Sunday morning. Faced with such alienation, some of our peers have simply retreated from the world, taking up residence in a protective Christian bubble. Others may send their bodies faithfully to church, but they keep their brains in a jar at home and their hearts at the Saturday night party, the bar, or the cinema. And of course many of our friends just avoid church altogether." (p.8)

After our worship service today (in the above pictured time machine) we had a lunch followed by an open business meeting. We knew it would be a tough one because it was going to be a reality check. The reality is that unless we get out of the time warp that we are in our church will be gone in less than 5 years. It's one thing to admit this, but it's another to do something about it.

We presented a few things that our board had agreed to in principle. There were mixed reactions, but there seemed to be a general concensus that we cannot continue in the way we are going. Interesting times ahead...