That’s a grabber of a headline, isn’t it?
I’m not done with going to church, being a member of a church, praying for the church or being grateful for the church. Not by a long shot and may God forbid that I ever am.
But I am done with talking about the church on this blog.
It’s not like I’m going to accomplish anything by it. If I somehow persuade others to see the church my way, I’d be failing miserably in my attempt to persuade them to see it Christ’s way.
I’ve come to the conclusion that for me to critique the way the church looks is like a single cell – having suddenly been given the gifts of sight and cognition – seeing the whole body (of which it is only a tiny part) in a mirror and then criticizing the way that body looks. In looking back at some of the things I’ve written here, I feel I’ve been guilty of some of that.
I’m part of the body, the bride of Christ. Everything in this little cell that is me should long for Him, grateful that He sees the bride as beautiful; worthy of dying and living for. My goals should be to grow old looking more and more like Him; to support the other cells in their development.
Maybe there are white blood cells in this body which help others fight off the infection of sin. Maybe there are red blood cells which bring nourishment and vitality to others. Maybe there are stem cells that help in the adaptation to what is needed in the body. I’ll be glad to be whatever kind of cell is needed!
But I don’t want to be cell that turns against others, trying to conform them to what the body isn’t; spreading spiritual malformation and sucking the life and resources away from what should be growing, renewing.
I don’t want to be a cancer.
If I’m not saying what Christ said about His kingdom, I have nothing to say.
I have all due respect for the apostles and missionaries and evangelists and saints and martyrs of the first century and after. They lived in a different world from mine. I don’t have the confidence that I can always rightly translate what they shared about life in the body at that time to this century … and I must confess that I’m not fully confident that they had it all “right” either.
But I am confident that Jesus spoke for the ages. And His concern in speaking seems to be for individuals sustaining each other in the attempt to live a holy life before God.
Please hold me accountable to the commitment I’ve made here. Please forgive where I’ve strayed from it before I realized what I was doing.
I do love this body I’m in.