I think that I shall never see
A Church that's all it ought to be;
A Church that has no empty pews,
Whose Pastor never has the blues;
A Church whose Deacons always Deke
And none is proud but all are meek;
Where gossips never peddle lies
Or make complaints or criticize;
Where all are always sweet and kind
And all to other's faults are blind.
Such perfect churches there may be,
But none of them are known to me.
But still we'll work, and pray and plan
To make our Church the best we can!
This poem reminds me of the teaching we had when we were going through a study called Transformations at our church. In the study we talked about how people criticize the church about how imperfect it is, and that is their claim that is why they do not believe God is in the church.
What we don't realize is that it is the fact that the church is so imperfect, that shows that God is in the church.
Without God's love for one another in the church, the church would cease to exist. It is only the love that Christ put in our hearts for him, and hence for one another that we can coexist as family. Jesus is the oil in the engine if you will, that lubricates the friction.
So even though I may not like the way Bob constantly yells "Amen" during the service, or Joanne's frantic dancing seems out of place. I can still love the Jesus that is within them.
1 comment:
yeah....
I really loved the analogy of the quilt that Lani gave us on Sunday. How we're all pieces of a bigger picture, and how Kelly said that some of us are like wheat, and bear our fruit in like three months, where as other's are fruit trees, and need to wait 7 years. That encouraged me, to remember that we're all different, but we all need eachother. Yeah,
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