Why the ‘Indian Church’ Should Not Die

Several weeks ago, my friend Charles Samuel wrote a thought-provoking article with the provocative title, “The ‘Indian Church’ Must Die,” and the response was nothing short of incredible. People whole-heartedly agreed, vehemently disagreed, or sat somewhere in the middle. Some were just upset with the title. This post is not a rebuttal to Charles’ post because as a product of the “Indian Church,” I agree with most of the sentiments in what he conveyed. This is about recasting the vision of the local Indian church for the glory of Christ.

The main idea behind Charles’ article was this: there is something dangerous and unhealthy about an ethnocentric church that solely exists to promote an ethnic ideal. Here’s what we mean by “ethnocentrism”: it is when an ethnic identity, heritage, values, or even church, sees other ethnic identities, cultures, or churches as inferior to their own. It is when there is more talk about traditions and the way forefathers did something than about what Christ has done and the implications of the gospel.

For our purposes, ethnocentrism is when a church’s identity and purpose is primarily found in its ethnic culture, and Christ and what he has done in his death and resurrection is secondary.

The gospel, the good news of Jesus, was given in a cultural context, and it will always be so, but it was never confined to a cultural identity. Whenever we present the gospel to someone, it will always be within the medium of the context of culture, whether it be Indian or American or hipster or conservative or urban or affluent culture. Culture isn’t a bad thing: it’s what you naturally get when you have multiple people together who share some characteristics.

The gospel was also given in an ethnic context, but it was never confined to an ethnic identity. In fact, the Bible promises a day when every ethnos (Greek word for ethnic people groups) will worship Christ as King. The book of Revelation has a glorious vision of this:

After this I looked, and behold, a great multitude that no one could number,from every nation, from all tribes and peoples and languages, standing before the throne and before the Lamb, clothed in white robes, with palm branches in their hands,  and crying out with a loud voice, “Salvation belongs to our God who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb!”

Revelation 7:9-10

 

Revelation tells us that a day is coming when every believer of Jesus, regardless of where or when they were born, will worship Christ together. Until then, we continue to meet in ethnic and multi-ethnic congregations, working to continue making disciples of all nations. Ethnic churches aren’t bad! But ethnocentric churches are dangerous and a distortion of what the gospel calls us to.

We can argue about how insular Indian churches can be, but instead I want to talk about how they can be used to accomplish the picture we see in Revelation 7.

The Indian church in America is uniquely equipped to reach immigrants from India in a way that other churches aren’t. Indian churches know the language, customs, and traditions that new immigrants from India are familiar with. They eat a lot of the same food, hold many of the same values, and can identify with Indian immigrants in a  way that most other organizations can’t. South Asian Christians in America know what it’s like to move to a new country full of promises, and to feel a little lost and overwhelmed. They know how reassuring it is to find comfort in befriending other Indian immigrants because they’ve done it too.

To my Malayalee churches: there are lost Malayalees in America that don’t know Jesus! Hindu, Muslim, agnostic, apathetic. Malayalees that understand the Malayalam spoken and sung in Keralite churches. Malayalees that enjoy eating South Indian food offered at weekly home meetings. Malayalees that are looking for community and recognizable culture in a culture that is far different than the one they know. Lost Malaylees that, apart from the grace of God in saving them, will be eternally separated from God. And this is true of all the Indian cultural groups. Of every culture and ethnos.

What if we reached out to our immigrant neighbor or coworker or friend? What if we invited them into our homes and lives? What if our Indian churches didn’t lose their ethnic identity or traditions or language, but used them to actively pursue the growing Indian immigrant community? What if we realized that God has sovereignly placed us in our city and around the people we know, not to be an inward-focused holy huddle, but to be an outward-focused catalyst of the gospel of Jesus Christ?

What if we realized that the Church exists primarily to glorify Christ and spread the gospel?

The Indian church in America should live because she is uniquely equipped to reach immigrants from India in a way that other churches aren’t.

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In 1 Corinthians 12, Paul compares the church to the body of Christ, and individuals as members of the body. In a very real way, the whole Church universal is the body of Christ as well, and different congregations are members of this body. If one member suffers, the whole body suffers. If one part hurts, everyone hurts.

The Indian church, for all her flaws, is part of this body of Christ, and there are parts that aren’t functioning well. But what if, instead of cutting this dysfunctional part off, Christ redeemed it and made it new and whole and functioning?

What we need is not amputation. We need healing, and thankfully, Jesus is pretty good at that.

 

 

Photo courtesy of ©Sten Dueland under the Creative Commons License 2.0

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Curried Culture

Identity crisis.

As a South Asian American, I have heard that term being thrown around a lot lately. Conferences. Seminars. Books. Church. It is used in an attempt to describe the conflict between being raised in two cultures: immigrant desi and domestic American.

Which culture do I embrace?

Who do I identify with?

Who am I??????

Maybe you claim you haven’t really thought about these issues, you just live “normally.” Maybe you think it’s a silly thing to talk about. But I guarantee you that while you were growing up, your mind was in overdrive, trying to figure out who you would be. The “fob” with the accent and out-of-style attire? The “cool guy” with the Express wardrobe and perfectly coiffed hair. The “gangster,” complete with tall tee and hat. The “white boy/girl” with the surfer I-don’t-care look. One of the nearly countless other niche groups.

But in the meantime, you had your parents harassing you over what your hair looked like. Coconut oil looks way better in your hair than your gel/mousse/wax concoction! They complained that your clothes were either too tight or too loose. Rap music made them uncomfortably angry, rock left them bewildered. Why were you hanging out with this group of friends? You “hang out” too much.

At school, your skin tone immediately gave you away. And if you’re Malayalee, probably the fact that you have 3 first names. You came to school with the unmistakable aroma of masala on your clothes. Your parents played HolyBeats and Binoy Chacko a little too loud as they dropped you off, always turning heads. You made (mostly) A’s. You grew facial hair before you hit puberty.

And so, your mind decided at some point to either appease your parents and ethnic culture or completely adapt to the American niche of your choice. Most walk a line, trying to balance both. But you’re never going to completely balance it.

Understandably, this causes a bit of a tension between groups of first and second generation-ers who disagree over how you should live, look, and behave. “Cultural” or “western.” All sides look at the others with a bit of derision, creating cliques and factions.

Yay to diversity!

But maybe that’s what’s so great about having this opportunity to create new cultures. America is the great melting pot of the West, and unknowingly, we’re making the same moves that scores of immigrant groups have done for the last 3 centuries.

Culture has always been a part of the human race. And it is always adapting. And it always leaves a mark on the individual. So I’m not sure what path you’ve taken in your quest to find yourself….

But me? Well, I still like a bit of curry in my culture.