By now it is becoming humorous to me the way that some are looking for the perfect church. The perfect church is an illusion.
An illusion created in the minds of those who want something they can't have - a body of believers who catered to their every whim and fall in line with every thought, philosophy and preference that they have.
It's an illusion but it can also be a deception of the enemy. To get us to thinking that if it weren't for "this" or "that" the church would be perfect. Have we ever thought that the "this" or the "that" is here to help us grow? To mature us in the faith?
Becoming a part of a local body of believers is a feast, not a taste, a meal, not a nibble. It is a marathon, not a sprint.
In a local church, as one author puts it, "One sits and serves with the same people week after week, receiving and being received, disappointing and being disappointed, hurting and being hurt, caring and being cared for. Church people are in it for the long haul, not the short term. The ordinary is more crucial than the extraordinary. The glory of church is the routine, not the exceptional."
I love the church, especially, not in spite of all its faults and failures.
After all, we are the church - so what's not to love?
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