Today is Sunday.  Here in the U.S., where winter rages and mornings can be as dark as evening, many will wake themselves earlier than they wish to, make a beeline to the kitchen where the coffee pot beckons, then roll their groggy, hibernating kids from warm, fluffy down comforters…to drive to a building they call ‘the church’.*   It would seem, at times, easier not to make the effort.  But they do.  In droves.  Others across the ocean where summer sings and sunshine, SCREAMing through the window, serves as the alarm clock, join along in the mad rush to ‘make it to the church on time!’ 

It’s the right thing to do. 

I am absolutely, unequivocally, yes, even fiercely, committed to the local church.  Always have been; always will be.  God’s brilliant idea and perfect inspiration.  At best, His body, His bride, His people, joined together today as a spiritual family at venues across the earth.  A practical gathering, experiencing a holy moment.  Yet, paradoxically, an imperfect expression (divinely perfect yet humanly flawed), seemingly flocked by transients since its inception, and at times exhausting;  YET AGAIN, the constant, living organism of God!  I believe, the most powerful ‘organization’ (for lack of a better word) on the planet.  The most important institution (for lack of a better word) in the earth.  The beacon of hope in society, yet filled with fragile, broken people, endeavoring to become all they can be for Him.   A sure investment, the most worthy appointment of your week, next to spending time alone with Jesus Christ…the beloved local church.  My friends, my family, my ‘club’, my hobby, my work, my play, my comfort, my joy and my pain at times; my obsession…the local church.  Believe in her, love her, serve her, protect her, defend her, support her and teach your children, by example, to do the same.  It’s gonna be worth it all.

*I Peter 2:5 you also, like living stones, are being built into a spiritual house to be a holy priesthood…Acts 17:24 The God who made the world and everything in it…does not live in temples built by hands

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