God Still Uses Spaces

Pastoral Note | by Pastor Adam Sinnett

Beloved DCC,

We’re on the cusp of an exciting move. Such moves are a little bitter sweet, aren’t they?

We’ve seen God do amazing things over the last ten years in our little former night club on the corner of Western and Battery. We were just over four years old when we moved in. It was our first somewhat-permanent space after years of nomadic setting up and tearing down. Never mind its lack of curb appeal, its trash-ridden alleyway family entrance, or its HVAC that sounds like a car accident when it starts. That didn’t matter, it was ours.

Since then, over the last decade, we’ve seen extraordinary answers to prayer meeting prayers. We’ve welcomed and sent hundreds of members during member meetings. We’ve heard countless stories of the transforming power of Jesus from the portable baptismal. We’re reveled in over 500 expositional, Jesus-exalting sermons from the stage. Hundreds of kids have been discipled to know Jesus in the basement, many before they even walk. Hundreds more were counseled through sin, grief, and tragedy in the downstairs offices. We’ve sung 1000’s of God-glorifying songs in that long rectangle of a room. God uses spaces.

We’ve also endured significant hardship. When a local mega church imploded, we turned into a spiritual foster family. We’ve said goodbye to many loved friends; a sad, but understandable, consequence of gospel work in a transitional city. When one among us committed suicide, or was abandoned by their spouse, or needed help getting clean, or received a terminal diagnosis, sacrificial brothers and sisters rallied. We made multiple offers on other buildings, only to be repeatedly denied. We endured a once-a-century pandemic, political chaos, and social upheaval—all at once. Covid effectively cut our church in half. Yet, by God’s grace, here we are, stronger, more mature, and deeply rooted than ever. God uses spaces.

Yes, of course, God uses people. But, notice that He uses people in specific spaces: gardens, arks, prison cells, tents, deserts, whale bellies, castles, baskets, stables, islands, and more. Such spaces are unexpected miniature stages upon which his story continues to unfold in ways big and small.

Often, such stages are temporary. The Cherry Street Coffee on 1st Ave, which hosted the first DCC men’s discipleship group (DG), isn’t there any more. The Starbucks on 4th and Seneca, which served as my remote office for years, isn’t there any more. The Belltown Community Center on 5th and Bell, which hosted prayer meetings, membership classes, and discipleship training, isn’t there any more. I’m assuming 2333 Western won’t be there much longer either. Recognizing the temporary nature of God’s stages helps us to be thankful for them in every season, without growing too attached to them. After all, as in any play, the stage is merely a platform for the drama.

So, DCC, lets remember this as we move into our new building this weekend.

Let’s pray that the Lord will use this space as yet another stage for his unfolding drama of redemption in Seattle, and through Seattle to the nations. Let’s pray that He would use this space as a gospel outpost, and megaphone, for generations to come. Imagine how many people might come to know Jesus there. Imagine how many missionaries and church planters may be sent from there. Imagine how many hearts will be thrilled with the excellencies of Jesus, sins defeated, marriages reconciled, and legacies forever redeemed there. Let it be, Lord!

Let’s be profoundly thankful for this new amazing space, while remembering the stage is not the point, the drama is. What might He do next? Let’s find out together.

Christ is all,
-A