It’s only been a few weeks and my eyes have already begun to open to how dangerous comfort can really be.
I am learning a lot from this little church in Los Montacitos. The church building itself would probably scare many avid church goers away. The one room church/ Compassion International school house is a little bigger than an average living room. It isn’t furnished with cushioned chairs or a/c and heat, but rather plastic chairs and wooden window that they open and close depending on the weather. It does not have electricity or pluming, but a generator that sometimes works and an outhouse. This description may sound quaint or completely foreign to you, but it got me thinking…if I encountered this church back home in the states, would I stay for service?
How long would I stay in a hot crowded room that was filled with people, lizards, dogs, and other unknown bugs? How long would I sit in a plastic chair, situated so close to the chair in front of me that I can’t even stand up, before I started complaining? I remember one church service back home where the a/c had gone out and I remember thinking “Thank God it’s a breezy day, because this could have been awful.” How warped was my priority of comfort that I would let some sweat distract me from worshiping, whereas these beautiful people of Los Montacitos meet seven times a week even if it is in the dark and each time their passion and praise grow stronger. Multiple times since I’ve been here the generator has died mid song or sermon, yet they go on as normal. Some people pull out their flashlights or cell phones and the service continues. I think highly of the Church body in the states, but I can’t help to wonder if we would have the same reaction.
This blog isn’t meant to come off as condemning, but rather thought provoking. I hope to share all the lessons I’m learning with my blog followers back home. The lesson I am learning through this church is how often my comfort hinders my worship. I praise Jesus that He is a forgiving God, but I don’t want my comfort to come between me and Him, because one thing is for sure Jesus didn’t let comfort get between Him and me.
