The format is preprogrammed, planned, assembled,
A finished product before presentation
And I listened…listened well
But there was so much that remained to be said
The enormous view-screen in the background
plastered imax sized images to correspond to the music and the message
We all sung together…
But there was something missing?
I was caught up in the euphoria the feigned transcendence
The flood of artificial illumination over-bearing fluorescence overhead
The suggested essence
Found only the conspicuous absence of presence
The pastor is a stranger to me
He has given me books he’s written
In beautiful pictures, intimate glimpses of his home life and family
I tried to get close to this experience
Made some purchases at the table
The one outside before entering inside
But when I got home those things had lacked the luster of the moment
i placed the Pastor’s book beside my bible
and it seemed perverse after i had done so.
i felt shame and repented
“if you are ashamed of me then I will be ashamed of you”
And if there is no longer condemnation in Christ
how could i be convicted of conscience in the spirit
unless something were amiss?
i am not ashamed to confess Christ as my Saviour and Redeemer.
This was a church named “freedom”
that i had attended
Therein I panted desperately to be refreshed
Than when I had first arrived
i have heard and have been told numerous times over the years
“church is what you make it”
i respectfully decline any role in such a construct of man
Jesus i choose to follow you.
church is not
“what we make it”
can we make anything good?
this is a lie.
19 And Jesus said unto him, Why callest thou me good? none is good, save one, that is, God.
church is not ours to “make” or “unmake”
Regardless of where we might find ourselves at any “given” moment.
One fly…is not a plague
neither is one frog
just as one grasshopper is not a plague.
But in a swarm,
the seemingly benign and non-threatening
by actions or inactions can mutate into a…
Anthony Gomez, Moncks Corner S.C.