Church Under the Bridge
By Susan Finck-Lockhart
By Susan Finck-Lockhart
Turn my passion for this world
into passion for You. Gentle
longing for the things of your
heart. Turn my passions in this
world into passion for You.
Sweet devotion for the things of
Your heart. Teach me to turn it
loose; the things of the world -
- unfold this mystery of your
love for me. Turn my passion
for this world; into passion for
You. Gentle longing for the
things of your heart.” --- Janet
Dorrell, one of the founders of
Church Under the Bridge, Waco,
Texas
At 9 a.m. on Sunday morning
the concrete space underneath
the I-35 bridges over 4th and
5th street is empty. By 10:30
a.m., a mix of cars, trucks and
vans have jumped the curb and
are parked in a random pattern
around several hundred well-
worn folding chairs arranged in
rows. Behind a large U-Haul
style trailer emblazoned with
“Mission Waco,” several folks
are setting up microphones and
music stands on a flatbed
trailer, while fifty or so others
dine on pancakes, sausage and
fruit.
The congregation gathers.
Welcome to Church Under the
Bridge or “CUB” in Waco, Texas
- a church that lends new
meaning to terms like ‘seeker
sensitive’ and ‘come as you are.’
A large contingent of Baylor
University students joins with
homeless folks, recovering
addicts, and a cadre of young
couples. Several families and a
few bikers -- one with an
enormous wooden cross that he
pulls behind his Harley --
complete the picture. One
young African-American man in
his uniform from the McLennan
County Correctional Facility
takes a seat next to a 60-
something white man with
wire-rimmed glasses, clad in a
polo shirt and ballcap. The
attire spans the gamut from
shorts, T-shirts and torn jeans
to a few skirts and even a
sprinkling of starched button
downs.
The worship team climbs up on
the flatbed and begins to play a
mix of 70s Jesus songs,
traditional hymns, and
contemporary praise songs.
Also spread throughout the
songbook are original songs
composed by Janet Dorrell, who
founded CUB with her husband
Jimmy nine years ago and leads
the singing with a hint of
country western flair.
The chief ‘usher,’ not a
centimeter under 6’6” and clad
in a Church Under the Bridge t-
shirt and old jeans, smiles at us
through his chest-length salt
and pepper beard as he hands
us a bulletin. His shirt reads:
“...black, white, and brown, rich
and poor, educated in the street
and educated in the university…
all worshipping the same loving
God who calls us to himself.”
Several other worshippers sport
a second style of t-shirt, which
reads: “These are my church
clothes.”
It smells of the street. Exhaust
mingles with after shave,
cologne and the “natural
fragrance” of those whose last
baths are a distant memory.
Cigarette smoke wafts through
the air: My daughter is
horrified, “Mom, there is
someone smoking-- during
church!!”
“We’re just ordinary folks under
an ordinary bridge all made holy
by Your Presence,” Pastor Jimmy
Dorrell prays. He evokes the
image of the Great Banquet
from Luke’s Gospel as he invites
us to worship. As he prays, we
hear the grinding of eighteen-
wheelers shifting gears and the
cars whizzing by overhead.
Folks hang around on the
periphery, some standing, some
whispering to each other; some
finishing up their food from the
meal that is served each Sunday
prior to worship. No silver
offering plates here. Ushers
pass around a coffee can
covered with contac paper.
When it’s time for Sunday
School, children pop up from
among the crowd and gather by
a woman holding a bright
yellow rope. They line up,
holding the rope, and cross the
frontage road, through the
Mobil station parking lot and
disappear into the Clarion
Hotel. (The Clarion donates a
room for their use each
Sunday.)
The message from the pulpit at
CUB “afflicts the comfortable
and comforts the afflicted” in a
holistic, balanced way. The
forgiveness of the cross and the
transforming power of God in
Christ are front and center.
Bulletins feature sermon notes
on the back with summaries of
key points. One Sunday, Dorrell
preached a hard-hitting
message from James about the
tongue. Several youth groups
were there who had been
working at various outreach
ministries associated with the
church. Dorrell hit on sins from
“buying too many shoes at the
mall” to “doing too much booze
or slipping back into drugs…”
Another Sunday, the worship
team equipment was removed
from the flatbed, and Dorrell
preached on Samson “WWF
Style”. Clad in a green wig with
flowing hair to his waist, and a
sweatshirt stuffed to look like
bulging muscles, Dorrell
wrestled several large men from
the church playing the part of
“Philistines” as the congregation
catcalled and roared with
laughter. “Delilah” appeared in a
later scene - a church member
clad in tight leather pants and a
cleavage-revealing top. In
between ‘scenes’ Dorrell’s
message was driven home:
“Moral impurity, deceit and
rebellion affect one’s character.”
And “an immature faith built on
emotions rarely leads to strong
character that honors God.”
CUB was spawned out of
Mission Waco, a Christian-
based non-profit organization
that provides more than 20
programs to empower the poor
and mobilize middle-class
Christians. Dorrell serves as
Director for Mission Waco, and
many of those involved in CUB
work for Mission Waco; the two
have recently become
organically separate.
Jimmy and Janet Dorrell and a
couple of others began the
church as an outreach Bible
Study for the homeless men
who slept under the I-35 and
south 5th street bridge across
from Baylor University. The
church celebrated its ninth
birthday during a recent Sunday
morning service. “Ushers”
passed out small vials of
bubbles, and as the worship
team played, a “bubble offering”
drifted up to bless the traffic
overhead. Couples have been
married and babies dedicated
under the bridge.
Lives have been changed here
also. Dorrell proudly tells the
story of one woman whose
prostitute sister died a violent
death. The woman herself was
addicted to drugs and living
with a man. Through loving
Christian relationships, she
eventually surrendered her life
to Christ, but beating the drugs
took some time. Finally, she
broke free from drugs and
married the man she was living
with. She and her husband
continued to be discipled and
grow in their walk with the
Lord. They are now small group
leaders with CUB.
CUB operates according to nine
“Core Values,” including being a
church based on the revealed
truth of God made manifest
through the Scripture, illumined
by the Holy Spirit and confirmed
by the Body of Christ.
Other core values include:
2.) being church to the
unchurched
3.) ministering to the poor and
marginalized
4.) keeping Biblical justice as an
overriding theme
5.) celebrating multiculturalism
as a foundational pillar
6) de-emphasizing attractive or
‘holy’ buildings
7) emphasizing discipleship
through small groups
8) being an interdenominational
congregation
9) affirming the call to ‘life
together’
Twelve small groups meeting
throughout the city, usually in
homes, and small group leaders
meet regularly for training and
accountability. One Sunday
during announcement time,
Dorrell announced the
formation of a new Christian-
based recovery group for
anyone struggling with drug
and alcohol addictions. “We
have some flyers on this; if you
want one, raise your hand,” he
invited. Immediately, eager
hands went up all around me.
“How refreshing to be at a
church with this level of
honesty,” I thought to myself.
For those desiring a deeper
commitment to CUB, six
“Covenant Community” classes
are offered. To be a part of
Covenant Community, members
must be baptized by immersion,
complete the six classes and be
involved in a small group. At
present, there are “about 40” in
Covenant Community,
according to Dorrell.
With the exception of a part-
time secretary, all leadership at
CUB is volunteer. Although titles
are not used and Dorrell’s name
is not listed on any bulletins, he
functions as the ‘senior pastor.’
He and two others function as
the ‘covenant council,’ which
Dorrell describes as “the closest
thing to deacons in the Baptist
church or elders in the
Presbyterian church.” They are
aiming for a ratio of one council
member for every twelve
covenant community members.
Soon the service will be over.
We will all fold up our chairs
and stand in line to hand them
to the men inside the U-Haul
style trailer. Soon that space
under the bridges will look just
like it did on Saturday night.
Church Under the Bridge
reminds me that as Christians
we are a “pilgrim people” - on a
journey with Jesus. It recreates
for me the sense of transience
and impermanence of traveling
with Jesus and his followers. It
reminds me of how Jesus
sought out “the last, the least
and the lost,” as my seminary
New Testament professor used
to say. As a middle class person
with an abundance of education
and possessions, it reminds me
weekly of what is truly
important. My ‘problems’ seem
miniscule -- they are put into
perspective when I come into
contact with folks who are
homeless, addicted or
struggling to make it.
As worship concludes, I look to
my right, at the steeple for the
new seminary chapel gleaming
in the Texas sunlight. All
through church history, great
cathedrals and church edifices
have been built to glorify God.
But in Waco, Texas -- the heart
of the Bible belt with a church
seemingly on every corner -- it
seems to be holy irony that God
would show up in such full
measure under a bridge each
week.
We sing our closing hymn,
“Holy, Holy, Holy,” as the semis
change gears overhead. The
traffic to our left turns green
and the cars surge forward. I
close my eyes and lift my
hands. It is indeed holy ground.
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