Empty churches if that means people are out walking in the footsteps of Jesus. Leave behind a life of “I,” and living what He called us to be. Boots on the ground, hands getting dirty.
I want empty churches.
Cause He said sell it all, give it all, and follow me.
He never said keep ourselves apart from the world.
Instead go reach the lost, the needy, the fatherless, the sick, or homeless sleeping on floors.
Things which can’t be done staying comfortably in your pew behind closed doors.
I want a church that looks more like a hospital.
A church that looks more like a hospital and not a country club.
Not some place where we go with facades plastered to our faces,
And an appearance that all is well when it clearly is not.
A hospital is filled with the sick, broken, and hurting.
Jesus had no interest in country club pharisees.
He wouldn’t have said “get out” to the divorcees.
Or “begone” to the man reeking of alcohol and urine.
Or turned a nose up at the single mom.
But with arms wide open say, “Come in for healing. And welcome home.”
I want a dangerous and threatening church.
A dangerous and threatening church to the foundation of Hell.
A church where Hell is hard to get to from.
A church which goes to battle reclaiming ground from the enemy every day.
A church that doesn’t sit passively waiting for Jesus to get back.
Because that’s just crap.
A church that isn’t meant to be full of comfortability and contentment.
If you are there to meet your “christian” obligation for the week.
Well that’s just weak.
I want a church that is silent.
A church that is silent because it is too busy resting in the presence of the Lord.
Instead of filling up space with our own thoughts and feelings,
We listen as the Holy Spirit speaks directly into our hearts and we accept our fill.
Revealing truth in a way no sermon will.
There is no sound to fall on already deaf ears.
The mind can’t wander ahead to afternoon plans with peers.
Because God’s presence is so think.
So demanding of attention.
The other distractions of life remain held in suspension.
We place ourselves at His feet as He whispers to our soul.
My precious one…
My daughter…
My son…
I love you.
