There’s only once church that matters, and it’s not a church that’s wealthy, or powerful, or prestigious, or bursting at the seems, or filled with acclaim.
The only church that matters is a church that looks like Jesus.
Jesus, the tiny vulnerable baby who is totally dependent on others.
Jesus, the young child ready to challenge the status quo of those who have lingered too long in the temples of yesterday.
Jesus, the faithful one who spurns the temptations of the devil in the desert days of life.
Jesus, the story teller re-narrating the reality of existence.
Jesus, the embracer of the last, least, lost, little, and dead.
Jesus, the friend who stays with those who abandon him even to the very end.
Jesus, the forgiver of those who do not know what they are doing.
Jesus, the resurrected, who returns, reconciles, and receives everyone.
The Spirit is poured out among us, working in and through us, giving us everything we need to look like Jesus.
