Yera! Yera! Yera!
Once again I am reminded that church isn’t a roof, it isn’t a great worship band, a Sunday-best masquerade.
We are the church. Actively living out God’s love.
Church is dancing and twirling on the dusty, unpaved floor- all in worship to the King.
Church is seeing the joy in a little boy’s face as I handed him my tambourine to play.
Church is telling a broken woman that Christ can restore what was stolen from her…and seeing her believe that.
Church is going door to door to tell people that God sent someone to meet with them that day.
Church is loving those on our team enough to tell them the truth…to call out the greatness in them.

This month, we’re living out the church. We are the church. We’re preaching twice a day and going door to door, telling people of Christ’s love. Having the chance to speak life over people. Offering redemption and restoration. We’re living in community with one another- laughing, crying, and finding freedom.



