Even churches that claim to include everyone can make people feel like misfits. For so many of us, it takes gumption just to walk into a service, senses on alert, fidgeting in the back, wanting to whisper to someone: I’ve heard a rumor God shows up here sometimes.
There are lots of long-winded, super-precise definitions of faith, but for me sometimes faith is just expecting God to show up—even when it seems unlikely. Even when the world is dark. Even when church people scare the crap out of me. Even when I’m nowhere near holy enough to approach God; I believe God is drawing near to me. And maybe if God shows up for me, I can show up for someone else. Maybe I can invest in this hopeful, sinful, righteous, ragtag, still-coalescing group called Two Rivers Church, with all its beautiful dreams and all the inevitability that it will sometimes fall short of them.
Read the rest here at my new church’s blog.
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