A sliver of moon low in the sky. A little house with green floors sitting in an open green field. Windows alight against an expanse of black sky. Stars twinkling overhead. An invitation to come- come experience the Body of Christ. A group of people come together: Young people, old people, children, babies; Familiar faces and new ones pour into this house filled with love. Empty tin dishes once filled with piles of warm food for a hungry crowd. Hearts and stomachs full from feasting together. These aren’t just the people I worship God with, they are family. Babies crawling underfoot. Knowing smiles passed across the room. Guitars played by experienced fingers; Heart strings plucked, tuned to praise. We’re all here for one reason: we love Jesus. This isn’t going to church- we are The Church. Bibles and hearts opened to receive whatever He may have for us. A Saturday night spent in waiting adoration for the One who saved us all. A bottle of wine sitting on a table. A cracker laid out on a kitchen island. Plastic cups passed around the room. Crumbs on the floor. Blessed communion. This is holy ground. In our everyday ordinary, we are sacred. There is nothing fancy here. No fancy clothes. No fancy music. No fancy lighting. The air is warm with the presence of bodies. Children gather around the patio in the dark to hear a Bible story. Patio lights shine on their shining faces, receiving the word of God. No schedules, no volunteers, just hearts willing to serve the Body of Christ- Even its smallest members. As I walk across the damp lawn in late evening hours, moon overhead, Bright lights in the windows calling out to anyone who might see, “Come inside,” And my heart is so full I can barely breathe. Worshiping Jesus, fellowship with my many brothers and sisters, receiving the word of God, It is always filling, never taking; inviting, never demanding. This is not a church, it is The Church, just one part of the much larger Body of Christ. And it is so good. I wonder, how many others are tired? How many others think worship is just a song you sing? How many others need to leave their fancy clothes behind and just come as they are? How many others need to leave “church” to experience Jesus? As I wonder, I am still so grateful because I am here, and I needed Just as so many do, to give up the obligation of duty And just to come, experience Jesus, experience His Body, The Church.
January 7th, 2015 - 2:03 pm
This is so beautiful, it brought me to tears! I long for the Lord to lead me to such fellowship! Praise God!
June 30th, 2015 - 8:59 pm
Loving God is easy but loving peploe is tough! One would prefer to say “I love you with the love of Christ” than saying “I love you”. Let’s break free from the past experiences we had when it comes to loving peploe and start loving again like Christ. If you do my part and you do your part, the whole world will experience this love that we have in Christ.