of flowerbed, beautiful carpets that are vacuumed daily, and the
perfect hymn to pass the offering plate around. Maybe even some nice
lights and a contemporary song. A nice bible story about what Jesus did
do.
Well dressed to impress.
We sit, we stand.
We listen, we sleep.
We come, we go.
Sunday morning, Wednesday evening.
Church.
many of us when we hear the word church think of our neighbor or our
friend in Sunday school. If we are all honest most of us think about
the building, about Sunday morning, or Wednesday night. A song comes
to mind when I think about church…
This picture of the American dream
If Jesus was here would you walk right by on the other side or fall down and worship at His holy feet
Pretty blue eyes and curly brown hair and a clear complexion
Is how you see Him as He dies for Your sins
But the Word says He was battered and scarred
Or did you miss that part
Sometimes I doubt we’d recognize Him
Cause my Jesus bled and died
He spent His time with thieves and the least of these
He loved the poor and accosted the comfortable
So which one do you want to be?
Cause my Jesus would never be accepted in my church
The blood and dirt on His feet might stain the carpet
But He reaches for the hurting and despises the proud
I think He’d prefer Beale St. to the stained glass crowd
And I know that He can hear me if I cry out loud
I want to be like my Jesus!
Not a posterchild for American prosperity, but like my Jesus
You see I’m tired of living for success and popularity
I want to be like my Jesus
I find it hard to believe that we are living out the ‘church’ that
Christ had in mind. The church is NOT the building. It is not Sunday
morning or Wednesday nights. It is not the music or the sermon. CHURCH
is the body.
I want to be a part of a church that meets DAILY. A body that unifies and drops ourselves for a moment. A COMMUNITY.
Yes. A body of people that are there when one falls and needs help up.
That takes care of the widows, the orphans, the homeless, the
drunkards, the sick, the hurting…..Truth is we all fall somewhere in
this category. We need each other. Alone we are a mess. We’re created
to be relational. Unified.
Willing to go to the ends of the earth and back to battle for our
family. We can’t fight the enemy alone. If Sunday morning and Wednesday
nights are the only times we battle, we’re not going to survive. If we
look at the one conversation we had with someone this week, and justify
that as our time to be selfless, we’re missing it. Church is 24/7. We
are the church and we are hurting ourselves. 
so many people complain about the American church, including myself, to
the point that I want to scream behind a pulpit, and then cry
uncontrollably, because we’re doing this to ourselves. I don’t want to
talk about it anymore. I’m so tired of talking and nothing changing. I
want to move – to do something about this. I want to be a part of
Church. To live, to love, to dream, to create with my brothers and
sisters. I want to be a part of a body that serves the Jesus who CONQUERED DEATH.
Did you get that? He CONQUERED DEATH!!!! This means we serve a living,
breathing, healing, loving, real Jesus. I want my Jesus to be a part of
my church. Daily. Whether I am in the grocery store or sitting at the
dinner table. Whether I am sitting in my friend’s lawn talking under
the stars, or walking down Main Street where Mikey could have gone
unnoticed yet another time. Everyday, every moment, every breath. That
is my church. I want to be a part of your church and you to be a part
of my church. I want this. Bad. Real bad.
Family.
Community.
Love.
Shelter.
Willing.
Ready.
Believing.
American Church.
