I got a letter today. It's one of those letters. I keep them and read them every now again to remind myself not to take myself too seriously.
"Mark Love. You are destroying the church all for your fifty pieces of silver. Shame on you."
That was it. Unsigned. You would think someone with this kind of literary skill would want to take credit for the work.
I have some notion of where it came from. I have been informing congregations in Ontario and Eastern Michigan (at their invitation) about participating in Partnership for Missional Church, and one congregation in particular has some very dedicated members who have taken to sending me discouraging email. This person, if I am correct, has never met me, heard me speak, etc. I'm afraid if they knew me, they'd be a little disappointed.
When I receive mail like this, and I have received my share, I always wonder what they imagine my response might be. I doubt they even think about it. It's not really about me, clearly, but about whatever need they have to respond to fears of their world under siege. I imagine, though, that they might be disappointed to know that these just make me smile.
I chuckled the most with the attempt to shame at the end. I wondered whose mother they were trying to evoke, mine or theirs?
I think I'm rather impressive in this letter. I am a colossus, wrecking the church, evidently worse than even Judas himself since my pay is twenty pieces of silver greater. It makes me wonder if I'm working the wrong side of this, from a monetary point of view.