“If what’s happening within the four walls of the church isn’t changing the streets you take to get there, you’re missing the point.”
Some folks are proud that their church was founded in 1896 or 1910 or some other century old date. They’re proud that it’s existed as long as the town and been around longer than the Wal-Mart. They’re proud that it’s gone through 3 building projects and a relocation. They’re proud that it’s been the biggest church in the county for the past 50 years (even if it hasn’t grown in the past 15 years). They’re proud of what’s happening inside the building. They assume God’s as proud of them as they are of themselves.
Sometimes, though, I wonder if God’s not actually disappointed. I wonder if He really takes pride in a “church” existing for a century and building a great building and being the biggest group around, or if He would rather have a Church of 50 people that meets in a small, rented facility but actually makes a lasting difference in it’s community?
I’m becoming more and more convicted that we should…
1. spend less time building great stage props and practicing rockin’ worship songs and buying pretty curtains
2. spend more time hanging out on the streets, handing out sandwiches, washing cars and painting houses
What does the street leading to your church building look like?