I am so grateful for the church I get to serve.  We are a simple, but complicated people.  Long ago we laid down the illusion of being best, biggest, or trendiest.  That statement is not a criticism of the great churches that are classified as such, its just an acknowledgement of where our boundary lines have fallen.

We adopt children, get extra degrees, participate in youth sports clubs, take as many weekend trips as possible, and volunteer at the church in between. We love our church friends, but they are only one network among several we juggle.  Thank God that we can check on them through Facebook since we don’t attend the same service anymore.

We have pliable hearts to the Spirit and the Word, but struggle to hear those voices in between the neighborhood association cookouts, the school fair, and the Netflix binge.  Yet, in the midst of these contextual challenges, I think we are all doing well.  I find us to be loving, generous, thoughtful and pliable.  We’re not perfect, but we’re trying to get the most out of life and love Jesus at the same time.