When you hear the word “church”, what comes to mind? A place where perfect Christians gather? “Church” is not a building, it is a group of people who congregate in order to learn about and praise God. It’s not a museum for good people, it’s a hospital for the broken … all of which are at different points in their walk with the Lord ... some are saved/spiritually born, some are not; some read, study and meditate on God’s Word, some are “Sunday only Christians”. There is no such thing as a perfect Christian and no such thing as a perfect church. You’ve heard it said, “Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian any more than parking in a garage makes you a car.” Learning about God and His Word is likened to a baby … first you crawl, then you walk; first the milk, then the food. Principle upon principle, precept upon precept. No one ever has it “all together” but we should all press toward the mark. We all need Jesus!
1Peter 2:2 - “As newborn babes, desire the sincere milk of the word, that ye may grow thereby:” Philippians 3:14 - “I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.” Isaiah 61:1 - “The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me; … he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound;” Ephesians 3:21 - “Unto him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus throughout all ages, world without end. Amen.”
Song Lyrics: No more playin' Mr. Nice Guy! I'm done pretending that I'm alright. I fake a laugh, keep acting upper class like I've never had a struggle in my whole life. Oh, can I tell you the state I'm in? Cracks are where the light gets in. Maybe we don't have to have it all together. What if grace made it safe to tell you the truth, oh? Maybe we can make a shelter for each other, turnin' lies into Light and we'll make it through all together. Love keeps our broken pieces all together. I want a church that looks like twelve steps, where all are honest and accepted. But it's gonna take myself to cultivate the kind of life that others haven't seen yet. Am I the only one who struggles here and now? Am I the only one who wrestles with my doubt? And if I tell you all my secrets will you go running out? There's only one way to find out.
God is Love … and Love brings our broken pieces all together.
Artist: Mike Donehey
Writers: Micah Kuiper and Mike Donehey
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