Rituals. Soundtracks. Outlines.
What Church Is:
A grown man taking his son in his arms, holding him, loving him, even after all that's been said. That same man bringing his other son into his embrace while the mother pulls the daughter up to complete the now crying, hugging, mushy group of a family. Holding his family tight and praying a prayer that I'm sure made Jesus stand up and shout Glory!, I thought to myself,
This is church. Our living room. Silent except for sniffing. No audience. No outlines. No praise and worship band. An imperfect family seeking the wisdom of The Perfect One. A man who learned nothing from his earthly father leaning heavily on his Heavenly Father.
I gotta say, it was one of the most beautiful things I've ever experienced.
And with that, I've got to get ready for church. The building, that is.
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