Just before Christmas I was able to squeeze in a local Christmas lights sight seeing with our youngest children. Unfortunately we spent almost an hour in traffic before seeing any displays.
The reality is that the body of Christ is already a multicultural Church. We just spend so much time in our cozy subgroups that we’ve convinced ourselves that we aren’t diverse.
I’m kind of heated that I even have to write about this, but I’ll do it anyway because I love you all.
We don’t suffer from it but we often suffer because of it.
We are the ones who see the darkest parts of what depression does to a person. We have sat for hours in beds, on the floor & in bathtubs with it.
If you’ve ever walked into a church you’ve probably been hurt by it.
Sometime in our lives we are all the “One.” The one God came after and left the proverbial ninety-nine in doing so.
I sat in my husband’s office yesterday listening to him share about a church someone recommended to him. Being the vigilant theologian I am, I immediately knew what was off just by the denomination.