The essay appeared to be heartfelt–urging people to brook the barriers of their resistance to organized religion and find a church, any church…because churches do good things.
I spent the better part of my (Christian) life believing this. I still do, generally, on principal.
There was one thing missing from the impassioned church essay. One Person, actually.
You should go to church to see Jesus.
You should do everything to see Jesus.
“Christian” means “little Christ.” What happens to us when we excise Christ from our identity? All that is left is the “little” in us.
It is not easy to follow Jesus. Recently I gave a dramatic depiction of Jesus to someone who would definitely identify as a believer. This person rejected my gift with forthright disgust.
Did not actually watch the DVD….
I thought, huh…not an unusual reaction really.
How many of us would dare stand at the foot of his disfiguring Cross? How many of us have the courage to identify with our naked, broken, bloodied Savior?
I am a terrible Christian, unwashed and unlovely. But no one said redemption would be pretty.
Just absolutely essential for life