Foreign people fascinate me. Their language, culture, customs, superstitions, food, how they came to the U.S. I love it all. That is why I married my hunk of a foreigner husband, Mario (my little Guatemalteco....that means my little Guatemalan guy). Your IQ is increasing as we speak. I'm telling you...y'all are going to learn something from this blog...just stay with me here.
Now back to the point!
Christian people fascinate me too.
We have our own language: at least we Pentacostals do. Don't freak out on me or I'll have to start writing in "tongues" too. AH!
We have our own customs: baptism, communion, splitting churches.
We have our own superstitions: maybe traditions would be a better word.
We have our own food: potluck anyone?
And we have our own "come to Jesus" stories; which we like to refer to as testimonies.
If you detect a hint of sarcasm, I don't apologize. The church "building" is not one of my favorite places to be these days. Don't get me wrong, I love the people, but what I don't love is the emphasis that we as christians put on our buildings and denominations and traditions. We have forgotten about the PEOPLE. For God so loved the "building" that he gave His only (screech!). That's not how it goes and you know it. So who did He die for. The world, right? Too many of us fail to realize that the church is NOT a building. I know! It's shocking to many of us, but pull yourself together and keep reading because this next bit is going to knock your socks off!
*******************News Flash: YOU are the church!**********************
Make eye contact. Give a Hug. Make a meal. Pick a flower. Send a note. Take a walk. Lend an ear. Make a friend. Be a friend. Close your mouth. Give a smile. Shake a hand. Lay down your judgments. Stretch your limits. Increase your knowledge. Pray for understanding. Ask for wisdom. Be the church.