This semester has been a spiritual journey for me. I’m sure when I’m not in the middle of an on-line exam I can expound on that later. However, a very large part of this journey has been falling in love with the church again.
For a very long time I have been cynical and skeptical about the body of Christ. I’m very good at making fun of church, making fun of Christians, and making fun of the whole thing. I still am. Part of me thinks it’s a very healthy thing. If I can’t laugh at myself and what I am, what good is that?
And yet I hate it. Hate is too weak a word.
More accurately, my heart breaks.
When I see people reject the fellowship. When people become too cynical, too bitter, too apathetic of the community of faith. My cynicism in the church was not reflective of the people in it but rather the One who commissioned it.The One who bled for it.
The One who for whatever reason chose it to be his vehicle for naming a better world.
In the spirit of the Advent season, I’ll take the liberty to quote Elf, “I’m in love, I’m in love, and I don’t care who knows it!”
