I don’t write a lot about my church, mostly because it is so woven into the warp and woof of my life that it seems rather redundant. But lately, my involvement there has been almost nonexistent, what with all the other whatnot going on in my goings on. I’ve been keeping up just a little via email and blogs and stuff. Which, if you’re a sensitive soul like me, only seems to reveal the relational rubs that inevitably come up between people, and the sheer hard work that goes into even the most simple venture (like, say, putting together a meeting for a Sunday morning). So that, come Sunday morning, I wondered if I felt like exposing myself to all of that stress and worry and potential disaster.
Well, email lies. Sure, all of that stuff is there under the surface and behind the scenes, but what is unignorable when you’re face-to-face with people is the love, the acceptance, and the earnest striving for something better and more full of grace. Even with a congregational meeting (ugh!) as a capper, the experience was wonderful. Here’s to a small group of great people who are — with hardly a second thought– overextending themselves to share their time and money with a family who truly need it. A family who is absolutely outside the walls of the church, but not outside the love of the church.
The Kingdom, revealed and real. Amen.