No.189: Woe to the Church
God. Family. Church.
Her order of precedence,
I was told.
Thought the statement was bold.
A theology full of holes.
Then I thought: oh.
To the church.
To the dictionary’s definition of the word.
To the concept of religion over the verb that is God’s work
through time and earth.
To the church that allows a member
to experience this kind of spiritual division.
Woe to a church that makes itself felt more as a building
than as a home
to those who have chosen to enter the fullness of Heaven’s family.
Woe to folk that call themselves the body of Christ
but don’t look quite like God.
The church is not a place of holy props.
It is not the place to “feel” His presence.
It is not a place.
It is a reflection, a homecoming, a sound, a voice,
the seventy, five hundred, five thousand faces that make up the congregation,
the body of the One who makes family out of broken enemies
and eternal heirs of foreign nations —
Woe to bad theology, yes.
But woe to every church whose actions
would let a cell of the Messiah’s body forget,
even for a second,
that the church
is the reason
Jesus Christ was sent.