I have been to a bunch of churches in my 62 years. I have pleasant memories from most of them. I recall the holy quiet of St. Michaels in Crowley where I served as an altar boy. I remember the chapel at Immaculata Seminary which I attended for my freshman and half of my sophomore year of high school. I recall many years of not many churches until the Baptist Church in Gulfport where I went forward to proclaim my “acceptance of Jesus.” I have fond memories of a “church without walls” and, of course, Amana where I currently serve.
Recollection of all of these and others brings a smile to my face; but none of these churches was perfect. There are no perfect churches and, we know, if there was one we would make it imperfect by our membership. There won’t be a perfect church until Jesus comes back, but that’s no reason to blame a church for detouring our walk. All of our memories of church are not great and some are even painful, but that’s in the past. We may be offended by the actions or failures to act of some churches. Again remember, no church is perfect.
On Sunday night we will consider the issue of the imperfect church, maybe recalling some of our best and worse memories. We will look at why, even with its imperfections, we really need our church.
Come, share and be blessed.
Nick
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