Words have been hard to come by lately. I stop by this blog often and know that I should write. Know that I should have something to share – also know that I can not possibly even begin to explain my heart.
Last week I had church. It was glorious and exactly like I think Jesus imagined church to be. It was nothing like my pre-conceived notions of church. It was not in a building. It was not on Sunday morning. There were only 4 of us there. We were drinking wine and laughing. We didn’t sing songs. We didn’t stand up and sit down 3 times. We ate delicious food. We lingered around a table for hours. We talked about the really cool things Jesus was doing in our lives. We grappled through hard questions. We were ok that there were not answers. We enjoyed Him and each other.
It was church.
I have struggled to find a church here in Gainesville. I believe so firmly that we are to enjoy fellowship with other believers and spend time together each week. But I just have not found that one place that I am to attend each week. There are churches literally on EVERY corner. Instead I find myself trekking the 60 minutes to Atlanta for church – and it is awesome. Except for the drive. And the fact that it is a 4-5 hour affair. And that fact that I spend my life doing ministry – every day – and driving 60 miles to go to “church” each week after a week of ministry is just exhausting. And makes me grumpy – and that is rather un-churchy of me, don’t you think?
And then I found myself sitting on a patio having church one Saturday night. It was nothing like normal church. it was everything church is supposed to be.
have you had church lately?
