“No, I don’t go to church”
“Why Not?”
“I don’t like the people.” “Its hypocritical.” “I’m busy on Sunday.”
Being in Kenya has taught me a lot about church, and relationships. So many people, including myself have a warped view of church. We see Christians, and expect them to be perfect, and look at a church building and expect to see perfection within its walls. I mean, its what they signed up for when they decided to follow Jesus, right?
I’m sorry, but you won’t find that anywhere. Not in Kenya or the United States.
Why?
Because no matter how hard we try, we are imperfect.
We are a bunch of humans, that make mistakes. And that’s what church is.
It doesn’t have to be a group of people at 9:00AM Sunday looking at hymns and pretending that everything’s great.
Church can be in some random persons backyard, on a Saturday night with three people worshiping the one who created them for 30 minutes. Honestly, it doesn’t even have to be that. It’s the hands, feet, the body of Christ. Carrying out the love that we have gained through Jesus.
And when we come to terms that we are not perfect, but trying the best we can; we realize that God is proud of us anyway. Because we’re trying. He no longer sees us as sinners, but saints. Our debt was already paid, and we are in Him.
His opinion is the only one that counts anyway.
