So, before we complain about the Church we need to understand exactly what church is and what we are trying to change. We need to engage in the community of believers and approach our place in the Church asking what we can offer. We need to regain a sense of awe regarding our faith. When we affect these areas, we will impact the Church far more positively than if we merely complain.
Why do we go back? Hopefully, we�re searching.
Ultimately, I think we keep returning to church because we are part of the body and there is an innate spiritual need for fellowship and worship that keeps bringing us back. God plants within us the desire to commune with other members of the Body of Christ. We return because we hope to have an encounter with God. We want to connect with Christ and drink of the abundant life. The Holy Spirit gives meaning to the mundane, breathes life into the lifeless, and transforms the common into the supernatural.
That was taken from a recent article on relevantmagazine.com. It is an interesting one to read especially for me; over the years I have drifted in and out of churches usually thinking it should (nevermind could) be so much better. At different times i have been disillusioned, dissatisfied, frustrated, confused, rebellious, angry amd so on with the church. Yet I want to serve the Church, the Church universal that is, and have a p-t job and blessed supporters to fund my way in doing so (more than a want, some may say calling). Tomorrow is saturday, tomorrow a load of us are getting together, and together we will be church … these days the question what church do you go to is a tedious one to answer. We are it, we don’t do it. Shalom.
I haven’t forgotten that you are 59 today I have realised that I forgot to send you a card… d’oh. So I would just like to big up my Dad and for the record my friend said that he is cute. Check that out Mum, that’s a girl in her twenties thinking your hubby is cute. I think my Dad is great because I’m hoping that I’ll inherit that cuteness!
So I went to Nottingham for the weekend to play in a co-ed frisbee tournee. It was alright, not as great as usual or as I would have hoped. It can be so hard at times to be a Chritian on the sports pitch especially when the team isn’t playing well and everyone is griping at eachother. I had to bite down on my lip so hard not to join in and not let the cold and wet windy, generally frisbee-unfriendly, weather get to me. It was cool however to meet up and chat with friends that I haven’t seen for a while including Joe form Edinburgh and some guys still at Durham.
Haven’t been my reflective or philosophical self that rears its confusing head on this page recently. Trying to plod along and make sense of life, the universe and everything. 42, the answer to the ultimate question is 42. I don’t know what the ultimate question is but then I never did get to the end of the book, (obscure book reference there for your enjoyment).
At the moment I have really been missing my friend Cozz who lives just down the road, or maybe it is a bit further than that. Haven’t called her for a while cuz my australia calling card ran out. God so blessed me with that friendship and we kept eachother sane and inline with God… well that was back in the day and I could really do with her around at the mo. My mood has been as unsettled as the weather but no worries that’s to be expected I’m a young guiy trying to sort his life and spirituality out in a place God sent me because it was hard. Yeah nice one.
I have just had a late night chat with my housemate Resa, who fell asleep as I was finding and buying a US call card for her. She’s snuggled up under a blanket on the sofa with a bean bad posing as a pillow. The fabric monstrosity of comfort seems to engulf and swallow her, she’s just a wee one.