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The Severed Saint
Have you ever heard a fellow believer say the
following:“I love God but I hate
church?”I have.In fact, those words have left my lips.Why?Why would a Christian hate the Bride of Christ?
Here are some “reasons” I have heard:
I will never go back
there until he leaves.Don’t you remember
what he said about you?
I don’t worship that
God is everywhere.I don’t need a building to worship him.
I can’t find a church
like my old one.
I just don’t fit in.
Have you heard any of these before?I am sure you can add many more to the
list.My heart breaks to think of how
many believers miss out on the joy of a church home.
To start with, let me address the third “reason” on the list
above.I agree that God is found everywhere
on His planet and indeed, we do not need a building to worship him.In fact, the last church I attended in
Wyoming did not even have a building.However, the Church is not a
building.God refers to His Church as
us, His children.We are compared more
intimately in scripture to a bride, hence the term:Bride of Christ (Ephesians 5:23).We may not need a building, but God is
specific in His direction that we come together as believers to worship, learn,
and go forth to spread the news of our Lord.
Now, I will stop my preaching.Let’s go back to the first excuse…oops, “reason.”I am sure that everyone has been there a time
or two in some place in their life.Someone
has said something derogatory about them or someone they love and look
out!It hits the fan!Multiply that by about one hundred and that
is the result you get in church.I
believe it is the expectations that you place on a person the minute they walk
through the door.Church is like shedding
the reality of the outside world and being cloaked in a white robe.When the imperfections eventually surface, it
hurts so much more. Jesus said a lot about forgiveness.Have you checked it out lately?(Matthew 6:15)
noticed that all of these “reasons” have the same issue?When I took my eyes off myself and placed
them on God, I realized my walk was missing something.Fellowship, worship, preaching, teaching, prayer…No, the church we attend now is not
perfect.The music is a little loud at
times.It is not like my old one and I
don’t fit in as much as I would like but you know what?I love the Lord and I love His Bride.I will not forsake it or Him.
I hope every Christian has found a church home.If you haven’t, ask yourself why.You may be surprised with the answer you
Falling Rock: A Short Story Once upon a time, in a small Indian
village, a brave warrior called Falling Rock fell in love with the chief’s daughter. She returned
his love and they went before the chief to ask for permission to wed. “You
say you love my daughter. Is this true?” The old chief looked to his youngest
daughter, the most beautiful of his children. “Yes,
Father. He loves me and I love him. Please let us marry.” Her small hands
grasped his gnarly ones and he narrowed his beady eyes at the warrior. “What
do you have to offer for this union, young warrior?” He
watched as the bravery seemed to seep out of the man at his question. “I
have nothing, my chief. I do not own any animals or fancy cloth. I can offer my
service and my loyal protection.” His black eyes met the daughter’s. “To you
and yours for the rest of my days.” “I
have that already, my man. I wish you to complete me a task. If you are
successful, you will have permission to marry my daughter. Do you agree?” The
stage… Raving Lunacy I search
every hidden realm in the computer for my lost words.I dig into the recycle bin, the hard drives,
the documents and picture files looking for the elusive data.No bits or bytes are to be found.Strands of hair fall by my chair and unkind
words caress the ceiling.My husband
listens to the moans and groans for a little while then asks the one question
I do not want to hear.
"Did you save
DID I SAVE THEM?Of course, I saved them!I always
save them!What kind of an airheaded
writer does NOT save their work?Do I
look like an airheaded writer?NO!Of course not, that is because I SAVE MY
WORK!(I did say raving lu…