I’m no church planting guru. I’ve only done it twice in two nations. I still need many advisers. North America is baffling. My dad, Lloyd Jenkins told me to
start
watching Duck Dynasty to put together a church planting model. I can’t remember a time his advice steered
me astray.
I’m 46, married for 23
years, have 5 kids, and I still pay attention to my dad.
I think Duck Dynasty is North American
Church Planting 101.
I grew up in the ‘70’s and 80’s going to Bible believing
churches. I heard a mantra over and
over again of “The nuclear family is the basic social building block of
America.” Dad, mom, and the kids were
it. Our faith’s wandering into the
political fray of the day felt under attack.
It was time to defend the nuclear family.
Then I moved to
Africa in 1993. Many things startled me in that
transition.
One was discovering that
for the majority of the world the nuclear family was a selfish social model.
Africa taught me that the
extended family
was the basic social building block of society.
Grandpa and grandma, uncles and aunts, dad
and mom, cousins, brothers, and sisters all blended together into a world of
shared community care.
I opened my
Bible and read of genealogies, clans, extended families, and new churches that
acted like extended families.
My evangelical American upbringing had missed the mark. The nuclear family is good. Yet, the extended family is better. In fact, the extended family is more Biblical,
and simply pragmatically wiser and more compassionate.
The most shocking social phenomenon in my
return to the United States after 19 years away is that I now believe for most
Americans the most basic social building block is the individual. In that process North America has become a
polarized and lonely place.
Before I began making my case that America was losing its
social fabric when churches created the idol of the nuclear family I called my
dad to check notes. His response was,
“David, I think you’re right.” Then he
told me stories of the transitions he observed growing up in the post-World War
Two boom. Farms became bigger and more
mechanized. The extended family farms
were phasing out. Prosperity brought
white flight and suburbs. Ethnic
neighborhoods declined. Post-secondary
education and professional jobs created mobility. Few noticed but the extended family was in
decline.
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| My dad, Lloyd Jenkins with a Northern Pike who lost a disagreement with an eagle |
Then my dad pushed back, “What does this practically mean
for church planting?” He knew my
tendency to become “academic,” and “philosophical.” I did my, “Duh” and started retreating into
big words. Dad told me, “Duck
Dynasty.”
I think he’s right.
If we want to plant healthy churches in North America we need to watch
Duck Dynasty. What is going on
here? Why is this appealing?
- The extended family
is the basic social building block. Father doesn’t always know best. In fact, as little kids it was comforting to
hear grandpa say, “I spanked your dad and I can spank you too.” All of us are learning, and the grumpy
old gray haired straight shooters are the wisest people in the room. We never forget our grandma’s
proverbs. Sometimes we need to talk
candidly to someone who will respect our confidence and offer good counsel, and
usually it is an aunt or uncle. Many
of us have an overly generous uncle who pretends to on occasion be just a
little psycho. Our favorite childhood
memories are slumber parties with all our cousins. In a jam it is nice to be able to drop our
kids off at an extended family member’s home instead of day care. Weddings, births, graduations, and
funerals are the defining moments of our life. We can’t wait to get to heaven so we can
all be together again.
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| CCR Youth Concert Pastor Uniform |
- Eccentricity is cool. The modern world’s commercialism keeps
telling us to all buy the clothes advertised in Cosmopolitan and GQ. Yet, at grandma’s home we read Bass Pro
Shops and the Sears catalogue as we dreamed about Christmas. Our eclectic intellectual aunt kept stacks
of National Geographic and though she never traveled abroad she hoped we
someday would.
When we feel comfortable in our extended family we explore
as an individual. Love and acceptance
are unconditional. We twit and
Facebook our generation’s proverbs just like grandpa’s buddies trade stories at
a coffee shop. If our uncles can wear
blaze orange to church we can wear retro clothes, dress Bohemian, and even
adopt a style from across the world. Family
photo albums teach us every generation has a style that will make them later
go, “What was I thinking?” Thus we can
take some risks and explore.
- Food, food, food and
more food make life full of joy. It is easy to have a good natured debate
around a dining room table. Yet it is
hard to get angry and resort to name calling with the wonder of food. We don’t know how it happened, but there
have been some times when dad didn’t know how he was going to buy groceries
that week. Then mom cooked up a wonder
with leftovers and scraps. Our table
is not for us alone. Somehow we could
always find an extra chair and a little more when a friend or neighbor dropped
in. Food reminds us of God’s
bounty. Food teaches us to look over
eccentricities that become irritating and forgive our extended family’s
sins.
- Teach with proverb,
story, and humor. It probably is
easier to learn for an academic exam
with outlined notes. Yet in the tests of life it is proverbs and
stories that get us through. When we
face the unknown the oldest wisdom is the best. Life can be painful. There are times we shed lots of tears. Thus we must laugh at every
opportunity. In fact, sometimes we
don’t know how to express all of affection for one another. When the junior high teen tells us, “Stop
touching me,” we resort to good natured teasing. In fact, we only pick on people we
like. We know the marriage has taken when we start calling our in-laws, “the outlaws,” and laugh like we’ve
created an original joke.
- We listen to the
sincere and humble. The real reason we stop for a moment in our
channel surfing is to make sure our crazy cousin is not on the Jerry
Springer Show. In our extended family
we know we’ve all messed up. It’s hard
to find a struggle one of us hasn’t struggled with in the past. We all wish we had not said stupid things in
anger. We also were silent at times
when we should have spoken. When the
preacher says, “We have all sinned and fallen short of the glory of God,” we nod
our heads and can’t wait to hear about grace.
None of us like to be lectured by those who are confident in
their own righteousness. We stop to
listen when someone who has been through our struggle shares how they overcame
with God’s love and our community’s support.
Our patriarchs are testaments to human depravity being redeemed by God’s
grace. Our family finds its dignity in
sincerity and humility. With that
combination we can listen to some of the most difficult lessons. I’ve googled over and over again for months
Duck Dynasty reviews. Generally even those who don’t share faith in Jesus’
resurrection listen, disagree amicably, and conclude, “The Roberstons are
sincere.”
- However, Biblical
preaching is costly. There will come seasons when we hear old
preachers say there are only three responses to a sermon. We’re either glad, sad, or mad every time
the Bible is taught. We’re glad we’ve
accepted the Bible’s truth and we’re on a path to see our departed grandma. Sometimes we’re sad that we know we should
listen, but something holds us back.
Occasionally, we’re just angry at an uncomfortable truth. We’ve all reacted those ways to a sermon
so we shouldn’t be surprised when others also do. We can complain about the preacher’s
presentation style, tone, use of language, body language, and eccentric
dress. Yet, the world always needs
prophets to speak the truth and hold us to account. Most of the time those prophets of old are
eccentric characters. They pay a cost
with the loss of favor. We will
too.
- History is a mess but
family loyalty matters. I hope this
blog will be discussed by those concerned about growing churches and Christ’s
influence in North America. Yet, it is
personal. I’ve met the Robertsons
once. The church they attend, Whites
Ferry Church of Christ has a ministry called World Radio that gave us the
financial backing for our radio start in Uganda. A couple times I’ve passed through their
church to say thank you. I’ve once
shook Phil and Allen’s hands. I was struck by their approachability,
generosity, wisdom, and humility. My
duck hunting brothers and friends cheered that I had met the Duck Commander,
but at that point few other groups considered their family “celebrities.”
I’ve watched Duck Dynasty, read one of their books plus read
the GQ article and the recent social commentaries. I can find little in Phil’s dialogue that
is off base with my understanding of the Bible and America’s shifting social
dynamics. Phil’s words are simple Bible with an honest
Louisiana duck hunter commentary.
Yet, I’m troubled by his comments about race. I don’t think Phil’s comments reflect
historical reality. Also, it is
personal. I have two children with black
skin.
For a moment let me discuss perception. I have white skin. There are some neighborhoods and cities
where I feel uncomfortable and even unsafe.
It may just be my perception and may not be reality.
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| Our family "going native" in Chicago |
At times I also feel that way when I travel with my children
with black skin. Sometimes I’m in a neighborhood,
city, or state where we feel unwelcome.
Sometimes I’ve noticed people staring at us with glares that felt
threatening. I quickly hurry into our
car and keep driving. I’ve never
stayed in such situations long enough to know if my perception is accurate.
A few times I’ve seen my extended family with white skin
connect the dots when their family members with black skin are the victims of
prejudice. I’ve never seen such
righteous indignation. Phileo (family)
love is the mama bear of all loves. It
is instinctual and may not be reasonable.
It is nurtured by experiences that can be ambiguous and undefined.
I understand the Robertsons have an extended family member
with black skin. I imagine the Robertsons feel
the same as we do and cannot stomach racial prejudice in any of its forms.
I spent 4 years of my life in Arkansas. I’ve hunted ducks with friends, who define
themselves as “white trash.” Those
friends feel more affinity economically with poor African Americans in the South
than they feel with upwardly mobile Caucasian Americans in the South. I believe my white trash duck hunting
buddies would in good conscience agree with Phil’s comments on race. Their experience does not reflect the broad
picture of history and race, but it does reflect their personal
experience. Poverty, non-literacy, and
systematic injustice can be pervasive.
All are victims – even the oppressor.
Bible preaching and living confronts those unjust systems.
When I went to visit the White’s Ferry Road Church of Christ
with my full family I drove quickly through Louisiana. A few times I felt uncomfortable stares at
gas stations and fast food restaurants.
Then I drove into the church parking lot and felt at home. People noticed all my kids and treated them
all with fairness and honor. I believe
that is the belief system and culture of the White’s Ferry Road Church of
Christ. In that social network called “church”
we’re all extended family.
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| Tarbet clan Christmas 2012 (Jana's church planting family) |
That extended family of the church is one of the oldest and
most controversial testaments to our faith in Jesus’ resurrection. Language and culture communicate the
Gospel. Worship reflects itself in
ethnic nuances. Yet, in the church
Jesus prayed for gender, age, ethnicity, race, and nationality are irrelevant. We’re all family.
We can’t re-write history.
We can’t heal every wound with our human attempts. Yet, family loyalty matters. In fact, family loyalty is one of the best
ways us humans can undo the messiness of history.
- Yet, what about those
who don’t have a nutty extended family?
As I write I’ve tried to refrain from telling too many personal
stories of mine. I’ve also tried to
refrain from the details and partisan banter about the Robertson clan. I’ve tried to remind us of the good of the old
extended family memories many of us share.
It is my hope those old memories will call us to plant churches in North
America that rise above the mess we’re currently in.
Yet, I know some who read this will not have memories of a
growly grandpa, nutty uncle, grandma’s cooking, and an intellectual aunt. They never had a slumber party with dozens
of cousins. Thanksgiving, Christmas,
weddings, births, graduations, and funerals are not the defining good moments
of life.
For that reality we who have received must give. Our extended family can no longer just be
those with whom we share biological and adopted affinity. Our extended family must be our local
church. Duck Dynasty is Church
Planting 101 in North America.
2.
A few of
us who had been blessed by Rwanda realized that no Genocide Commemoration was planned for the Chicago area. Thus we
began organizing one. A Genocide
Commemoration was held at the Misseo Dei Church in Chicago on Saturday, April
13. The grieving were comforted. Some of those unaware of Rwanda’s Genocide
were informed. (For more info http://en.igihe.com/news/rwanda-community-in-chicago-marks-19th.html)
He did tremendously well. He
played in the band. He served with The
Crew (Campus Crusade.) He became part of
a new church plant, The Church at DuPage.
He was accepted at Wheaton College, plays in the band, and like Sophia
is in Work Out (Theater group) We are very proud of Caleb's resilience. (To read more http://jenkinsinrwanda.blogspot.com/2013/05/caleb-jenkins-definition-of-mk.html) 
5.
All of our kids had been home schooled at some
point in our missionary journey except for Ruth. As we considered the complexities of
navigating Chicago Public Schools as an 8th grader we decided it was
the whisper of God to home school Ruth her 8th grade year. We’ve greatly enjoyed her daily presence in
our home. She is blossoming as a
photographic artist. 
6.
We registered Timothy for a fall soccer season
before we had enrolled him in school.
At his first game other parents asked, “Where is he going to school?” Dave responded, “We have not figured that
out yet.” Other parents made some
phone calls. Three days later he
started school at Waters Elementary, a fine arts magnet school. It was the timing of God as Timothy got
their 1 remaining 5th grade opening during the last day they
accepted new students.
8.
We spent Christmas Eve with Jacob and Mona
Zikusooka’s family, old friends from Uganda and Kenya. We had done their pre-marital counseling
many years earlier. When Gabriel
Mugisha Jacobs was having seizures we stayed with them in Nairobi as we sought
medical care. After 18 months away
from Africa it was very good to have old friends near during the holidays. They gave us an African map and blessed us
with having it colored in with Kenya, Uganda, and Rwanda nations we had
served. They blessed us with a belief
that our influence would grow in Chicago by serving Diaspora from nations
different than our African locations. They
asked for us to record each time we served a new nation on the map.
