If you want to hang your hat on one certain fact, it is this...I will be misunderstood.

Friends, our church model is broken.
What's church? A music formality joined to a speaking formality.
Same old, same old, decade after century after millennium.
But when we look at God's ways, what we see is freshness, new every morning, never the same thing, paradox, unpredictable, creative, flowing water, mystery, deep.
How can a group of people (= fellowship) who like control and predictability, tap into God's ways?
Here's a suggestion. It's the tip of an iceberg.
Take a portion of scripture. Let's say, a psalm.
Everyone has to, or should be strongly encouraged to, participate. (We need you.) Break it down. What's this mean? What's that mean? What's the pattern emerging? What's its application to the future, to my life, to the immediate context? Take your time working through it. After all, this IS church. Not neatly partitioned into music and lecture. Integrated, for once.
Back and forth we go. It's a conversation with people and with the Holy Spirit. Everyone is needed to play with God.
Then let's make it memorable. Let's make it outrageous. Let's summon up the powers of creativity and wrap this scripture up in an experience.
Think a DJ spinning his discs, adding this rhythm, bringing in this voice, repeating that line, scratching that record. (I don't like the secular parallels but it will have to do.) Make the scripture sing (as it has been and will forever be sung in the 3rd heaven). Add movement, as God likes dance too. Not some sort of trendy hip-hop movement but something simple that anyone can do. Anyone, old or young, wheelchair-bound or mentally handicapped. Everyone's welcome here, everyone's NEEDED.
Scripture as opera. Scripture as Broadway. Scripture as audio-visual-physio-emotional-psychological-psychical.
Scripture as Jesus presented it...real experiences with his disciples in tow, mixing it up with the world. An argument with the Pharisees. Here's a naked women writhing in the dirt, cast there by her Pharisaical accusers. Here's a lame man, a leper, someone whose blind eye drips mucous and flies (on which Jesus puts his hands before touching mine).
The bottom line...the old church model specialized in being forgotten. Week after week goes into the books as yet another unremarkable, totally bland cacophony of words that evaporate into the ether, wasting everyone's time. Yet we repeat this pattern over and over and over. Why? Perhaps because they know deep down inside that what they are presenting isn't worth remembering anyway!
What I'm proposing is bringing together people who love God, who want to break away from predictable formulas to something that's more in the moment, while pooling resources and searching the scriptures for all the energy that's bound up in them.