Then the LORD appeared at the Tent in a pillar of cloud, and the cloud stood over the entrance to the Tent. And the LORD said to Moses: “You are going to rest with your fathers, and these people will soon prostitute themselves to the foreign gods of the land they are entering. They will forsake me and break the covenant I made with them. On that day I will become angry with them and forsake them; I will hide my face from them, and they will be destroyed. Many disasters and difficulties will come upon them, and on that day they will ask, ‘Have not these disasters come upon us because our God is not with us?’ And I will certainly hide my face on that day because of all their wickedness in turning to other gods.

“Now write down for yourselves this song and teach it to the Israelites and have them sing it, so that it may be a witness for me against them. When I have brought them into the land flowing with milk and honey, the land I promised on oath to their forefathers, and when they eat their fill and thrive, they will turn to other gods and worship them, rejecting me and breaking my covenant. And when many disasters and difficulties come upon them, this song will testify against them, because it will not be forgotten by their descendants. I know what they are disposed to do, even before I bring them into the land I promised them on oath.” So Moses wrote down this song that day and taught it to the Israelites. (Deuteronomy 31: 15-22)

Yesterday my friends Andy and Carey McClure watched their dream breathe its last breath. Yesterday Mountain Ridge Community Church, a church they felt led strongly enough by God to move several hundred miles away from family, friends and comfort to begin, closed its doors for the last time. I mourn with them.

Unfortunately, they are not the only church in that town to close its doors. Several other churches, even the mega-church plant that had thousands of dollars of support, closed its doors over the last year. So there is something about Erie, Colorado that makes it difficult to bring a word of hope to its people. Something in Erie is causing churches to die.

I’ve been to Erie on several occasions. It’s a typically beautiful Colorado small town at the base of the Rockies just southeast of Boulder, home of the University of Colorado. It’s location, just a half hour north of Denver, makes Erie a great place for people to relocate and slow down the pace of their lives from the hustle and bustle of the big city. It is also a place near where technology companies are relocating and bringing jobs. So from all outside appearances, Erie is a great place to live and raise a family. So what is it about Erie that kills churches?

I think I know the answer. It is the thing affecting most of America and Europe and Israel: apathy and complacency. Much the same as what God told Moses would happen to the people of Israel when they entered into the Promised Land, our wealth and relative safety have lulled us into a spiritual slumber. We have forgotten that God provided all that we have; we have not achieved it on our own. Erie is just at the forefront of what will ultimately take over our nation; Erie is in an advanced stage of narcicism.

Most pastors, if they are honest and not afraid of losing their paychecks, will admit that we are a fickle group, we Christians. We have gone from the “whither thou goest” attitude found in the Bible book of Ruth, to the fulfillment of the warning in Isaiah 30:10 “They say to the seers, “See no more visions!” and to the prophets, “Give us no more visions of what is right! Tell us pleasant things, prophesy illusions.”

Erie, like the rest of us, wants it easy. Give me something more than this life, but I don’t don’t want to die for it. Take all the poverty out of the world, but I don’t want to get my hands dirty. Stop the war and the fighting, but I don’t want to put down my weapons. Bring peace, but I don’t want to give up my grudges.

Again, if you pastors will admit, people pick and choose churches like they do cars: they want the most bells and whistlesthey can find and they want it for free. Give me a free nursery for my children, but I won’t volunteer. Give me concert level music of whatever genre, make me feel good, but don’t make me pray or change my life. Andy and Carey can tell you personally of people who told them they were changing churches because there weren’t enough high chairs in the nursery. No, the people didn’t offer to buy more.

One pastor who was blatently honest told a friend of mine: “I pastor the largest church in [town name]. For now. I have been the pastor of the smallest church, the fastest growing church and now the largest. All the same church. I know one day in the future when they get bored, or disagree with something or don’t like something, I’ll pastor the smallest church again.” That shows where we have “progressed [?]” to.

I think also about Randy Alcorn’s latest novel, “Safely Home.” This is a book based on actual accounts of the persecuted Church in China. It is estimated that there are some 30 to 100 million Christians in China. Some estimates range as high as half a billion, but I think that is optimistic. There is an official, recognized Christian church in China. But it only spews the party line of utopia if the people sell themselves to the Party leadership, work hard, and raise loyal communist children. But most Chinese Christians do not buy into that and face jail sentences, torture and death for meeting in secret home churches or holding, much less owning a Bible.

These churches meet in secret, in the dark, often long before the sun rises. They meet in the dark so they are not seen by the Secret Police. They wrap their Bibles in special linens to protect it because they cherish it so dearly. They would rather die than sell out to the lies of the Party and reject Christ.

Their faith, like many other Christians in unwelcoming societies from India, to the Muslim Middle East, to Darfur is the faith of martyrs. It is a faith most of us Christians here in the U.S. will never have to experience. It is a faith that holds out hope in a hopeless land. For them, survival only exists in Christ. The recurring theme in the book is, “Is this the day? Will I die today for my faith?

I think it is obvious that this faith is the faith of the Disciples, the Apostles of Jesus. This is the faith of the early church, of its great theologians whom we call the “Early Church Fathers.” This is the faith of Polycarp, Athanasius, Ireneus and Augustine. For them all other things are “rubbish that [they] may gain Christ.”

It is with this faith that I struggle most, for I myself am going to be the cause of the death of my church and many others like it. I am too wrapped up in my life and my security and my stuff to live like a martyr.

Yesterday, Mountain Ridge Community Church died. Its people wouldn’t get involved. I wouldn’t get involved except to pray from here in North Carolina. I wouldn’t die that others might live. Are we too far gone to save ourselves from the fate of Israel? Am I? Lord, give us faith.