“church” still happens.
Maybe all the exit signs seen when one leaves the church building should be changed to…enter.
Because if “church” just happened on Sundays, what is the point of the other 6 days?
It’s those moments when I enter someone else’s life and invite them into mine, not just on Sunday, but throughout the week. It’s sharing what I have, challenging each other, serving others, living out the heart of scripture…now that’s a growing church.
And I’m taking it to a closed country!
How?, you may wonder. I can’t build a “proper” building complete with sanctuary and enough space for sunday school classes. I can’t bring in a praise and worship band with all it’s eye-catching lights and effects. And you know I don’t have that dynamic voice to preach a message captivating all who hear me.
But I have food, some simple games, and Christ in me. And so I will go for a few days to this closed country, feed those children who come to me, play with them as they take a break from life on the streets, and acknowledge them as the valuable children that they are. I will care for them as I can. I will invest in them. And I will show them how the body of Christ can serve with all that they have. It’s at least a start.
That’s Church, and it can’t be contained by any walls.