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Yesterday a young man came to church and he was concerned about getting a ride home. Someone had dropped him off and he lived in a different town than ours. What amazed me about this situation was the way our community of faith responded. More than one person was willing to give him a lift. < ?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
Yesterday a family came to church facing a critical illness. A group of people gathered around them and many offered to help in any way they could. Can you see how these two stories tie together?
It is so easy to see how the church fails. But I just want to testify that the church (both small and capital C) is alive and at many times represents the Christ of the Church very well. There are times I am proud to be with those who are following Jesus. Yesterday I was proud.