01/22/2023
Sundays are my favorite. This space is where we meet with Jesus on Sunday morning usually after being used the night before for a nightclub, dance floor, or concert space for many people who might not ever walk through the doors of a church. Either because they were hurt by someone in the church, rejected by the church at large, or made to feel less than in some way. When we walk in to set up each Sunday, I think about these people. As I walk on the sticky floor and pick up discarded pieces of tickets or glitter or confetti I think about the people who share this space with us week in and week out.
I pray for them.
I pray for them to know love.
I pray for them to know acceptance.
I pray for them to know their worth not because of anything they have done but just by being a human wonderfully made by a father who loves them desperately.
Church can be a hard place. Church can be a place of incredible pain and heartache. I hate that it’s true but it is.
I also know that church can be a place of healing. It can be a place of love like you’ve never known. It can be a place where you find community and people to live life with shoulder to shoulder. People who will hold you when your broken and celebrate you when you take exciting new steps.
Church will never be perfect. Because the church has people. And people are imperfect. But I also know that my life is richer, fuller, and better by gathering with people in this space every Sunday and learning about how to follow Jesus and be more like him. I will mess up. I will get it wrong. But these people will be with me and say “it’s ok… let’s try again tomorrow”