I haven't read the article yet, but I'm about to. Just wanted to chime in with my thoughts on church, those who attend, and those who don't.
I'll start with a man I know named Richard.
Richard is a maintenance man for an apartment complex, a handyman, do it yourself kind of guy, chain smoker, coffee drinker, a little rough around the edges and loud, but completely honest about who he is, and a delight to be around. I met him when I was working with some clients of mine with mental retardation and behavioral disabilities, because he had struck up a friendship with one of my clients, we'll call him PJ.
Richard's speech was enough to shake up most religious folks. It was a little seasoned, habitually, from being a former inmate and dealer. Those things alone would have been more than enough to discredit him in the eyes of many. But something in my own spirit bore witness to his. For the year or so that I was there, I'd seen with my own eyes how he went completely above and beyond his expectations with some of the tenants there. There were (and are) a few widows there who live off of HUD and other such assistance and don't have very much, and I got introduced to them, as well.
When PJ's wheelchair frame broke, Richard welded it. When that failed, and our work agency was in-between all the bureaucracy of getting him a new one, Richard found him one. I saw him take discarded furniture out of the dumpsters, refinish them, and give them to people in the complex who had a need. When he noticed that my tire was looking rough, he looked all over the place for one for me, and even though one never turned up I appreciated that he had tried. See, Richard was always out looking for ways to help somebody.
One morning I was coming to work and I had brought Richard and I a coffee and some breakfast. Being completely unable to contain my curiosity, I asked him about his faith. We had a great long conversation about it in which I could never share all the details, but although it was every bit of my intention to edify him and build him up and bid him to attend church with me from time to time, I found out that this man had a very unique relationship with Jesus, and it was a genuine one. Until him, I never believed that true confessing Christians had any "salt" to them if they weren't churched, and if I'm honest I still struggle with it, but I do know for a fact there are some Richards out in the world who put most church folks I know to shame in how they live their life. The thing about it is, church folk are better at minding their tongue, keeping their conversations cleaner, wearing nice church masks that make any sort of struggle seem too good for them -- but I just don't often see them getting their hands dirty in the world, loving on people just because, giving of themselves til it hurts. And then I see men like Richard who don't go to church, don't talk perfectly, have rough edges, but practice what Jesus called "true religion" in the Bible: love your neighbor as you love yourself.
Richard pops in at church every once in awhile, gives me a big bear hug and goes on about his life. I pray for him, I bet he prays for me, too. To a lot of people Richard is lukewarm, or false, or an apostate -- to me he is a saintly man, who is true to himself, not making excuses for who he is as he presses on from faith to faith and glory to glory. In fact, we had church several times together as we visited with one another and we talked about God. On a couple of occasions, the Lord made His presence known to us, and we wept. We both did everything we could at that apartment complex to make Christ known. Heaven will have its share of Richards.
Now, I go to a church that I don't agree with everything being preached. I love my pastor to death, he is so sincere, and devout, selfless, loving, and anointed -- but theologically I'm not always in the same corner. My church is very conservative, so much so that I have to tip toe around town to get myself a beer, lest I be judged. I don't believe in a pre-tribulation rapture and our church is very much so in support of that. I don't think geographical Israel is the apple of God's eye, but the church is His Israel. My church believes the opposite. But despite the theology of it all, I go there, because I can't find a better alternative. My church feeds me and inspires me. I still have Orthodox leanings, but I doubt I will ever return to that world. But that's neither here nor there.
Here's my bottom line: I know that there are strong enough Christians in the world who, although they might not fit neatly into some of our ideas about what a Christian should be, get along just fine on their own. I don't think we should neglect gathering together, as Paul looked negatively upon it, but gathering together doesn't necessarily have to be at a Sunday sermon I don't suppose. Me? I'm not strong enough to fly solo. Without church I start to grow cold. The corporate worship and the sermons help me and feed me and I need that. But I don't shake my finger at those who don't come. I invite them a lot. Sometimes I bring a little church to them. If I had it my way, we'd all have a church we could go to, but that isn't always the reality of things.