Yera! Yera! Yera!

Standing in the roofless church shouting “holy, holy, holy!” in some African language in the middle of Rwanda provided me with my most recent reality check. As I preached under the blazing African sun, I saw God’s beauty.

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 laughing and waving to Jesus as the pastor says that God hears us better since there is no roof blocking our prayers.

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.

Church is waking up to breakfast, tea, and chocolate from the guys on our team on Valentine’s Day.

 

Church is praying for healing for those that have dealt with pain for years.

 
Church is reading Psalm 139 to an autistic child and listening to him echo every life-giving word you read.

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.

and it’s beautiful.