I’ve had a love/hate relationship with the Bride of Christ most of my life. In the times I have needed her most, I have felt failed by her, and in the times I have felt myself stray far from her, she has pursued and loved me. These are strange words to use about an entity, a full body of individuals, imperfect men and women stumbling through life and the Bible as clearly as they can, but they are true words.
There is nothing on earth I love more than the Church.
I have felt her failings near and I have chased her down in desperation—and there is no other place I would rather commune, break bread and share wine, than within her haven.
Ephesians 4 speaks of building the unity of the Church and oh how that resonates.
To see a whole body purified, strengthened, and grown into full maturity, ready to be presented to Christ—this I love.
And so I’m grateful that I’ve been asked to contribute monthly to a publication that pulls from every fold of her robes, every particle of her skin, and every joint and marrow, to build up and unify the Church as best we can with our earth encrusted words.
My first column is up today:
I pass a field of blackbirds every morning on my way from class to work. There are a thousand of them wide in a Texas spread and I can’t stop trying to count them with my mind. Thirty of them are perched on a shrub close to the ground, but its branches do not bend or weep. I marvel at its strength. I marvel at the lightness of the birds, all thirty of them.
This desert shrub carries the weight of the blackest birds and I think of Jeremiah 17 while I drive. Continue reading…