When Church Moved Into the Living Room
A Personal Story of Rediscovering Real Faith
In those days, church was just âdoing church.â
Weâd get up on Sunday morning, put on our good clothes, go listen to five songs and a lecture, then come home.
Iâm sure there were sermons that were inspiring.
We got to know a few people.
But nothing really stuck.
There had to be more.
This couldnât possibly be all that God intended for Christianity.
It couldnât possibly be all there is to faith.
It couldnât possibly be all there is to God.
I wanted to know Him in a real way.
I wanted to know who He really is.
But the church had no real life.
The singing was polished, the preaching was passionate, the programs were well-runâ
But it all felt hollow.
Relationships were shallow.
And if we didnât return, the relationships faded.
We visited other churchesâsome better than others.
We found great preachers, good people.
But that sense of family, of purpose, of living faith⌠it wasnât there.
So we stepped away.
A few families, like ours, were frustrated with how church was operating.
It wasnât that we were bitter or rebelliousâ
We just couldnât find what our hearts were hungry for.
We knew we needed spiritual connection, even if it didnât come in the form we were used to.
So we got together.
Just a couple familiesâhusbands, wives, and kids.
We started simply:
Sharing some of our struggles, then opening the Bible together.
There were no sermons.
No structured curriculum.
Usually someone would show up with a scripture or topic on their heart,
And weâd just start talking.
It was informal, but not shallow.
Spirit-led, but not chaotic.
We met on Sunday afternoons or eveningsâ
When everyone could relax, bring a snack, and bring their full selves.
And something began to grow.
Not just spiritual insightâ
But relationships.
The kind traditional church often doesnât have room for.
We shared our homes, our kids, our food, and our lives.
Over time, some of those relationships became the most meaningful weâve ever had.
We talked about marriage, child-rearing, money, fear, calling, and failure.
We dug into the Bibleâ
Not because someone told us to,
But because we wanted to.
Some weeks it felt like the Holy Spirit Himself was guiding our questions,
Revealing truth none of us expected.
I started to pray more.
And I started to know God in ways I never had before.
My faith became real and personal in a way that never happened for me in the structure of Sunday services.
âIâve grown more in the past few months sitting in this living room than in years of sermons.â
That season changed me.
It made me hungry for that kind of shared spiritual life all the time.
Iâve looked for it since,
But often âhome churchâ ends up being a smaller version of the very system we were stepping away from.
What we had back then wasnât about creating a church or running a ministryâ
It was simply a space to be the Church together.
We didnât need a platform or a plan.
We needed presenceâGodâs, and each otherâs.
We needed time, conversation, and the freedom to ask questions out loud.
And the Spirit met us there.
I can read the Bible aloneâ
And every preacher says we need to.
But nothing compares to opening the Scriptures together.
Learning, digging, praying, struggling, listeningâŚ
It is so much more than daily devotions alone and lost.
The house of the Lord is built using all of us as stones.
Faith was never intended to be walked alone.
Thatâs why I believe so strongly in this call to rediscover participatory, Spirit-led teaching.
Iâve lived it.
Iâve tasted it.
And once youâve experienced it, you knowâ
This is what Church was meant to be.