A remarkable number of people who write to me are people who are not part of any church. My articles critiquing evangelicalism seem to resonate with those folks. Of course, I am part of a church community, and believe I always will be, for reasons that are compelling.
It’s not that I haven’t experienced the hurts and shortfalls of the church. I have, and in painful doses. I have some resentments towards one group of church people that stings as much now as it did almost thirteen years ago. I’ve been financially mistreated and had my reputation and morality publicly questioned. Yet, I’m still there, and I bring my wife and kids.
The reasons are quite selfish. I understand, as C. S. Lewis came to understand, that Christianity’s ability to be a power for good in my life is wrapped up with being part of an assembly of believers. I need the physical, visual reminder of the absurdity of the Gospel. THESE people, these sinful, selfish, petty, guilty, cruel, lazy, stingy, narrow-minded people, are the bride of Christ. And I am not an observer of this miracle- I am a major part of it.
From the The Internet Monk, home of such articles as:
Throwing Luther From The Train, Leave Your Seat, Leave Your Sin, and The Glory of the Nations: How Common Grace Redeems Nationalism.
