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The following is a Facebook post from “Choosing Freelen” (https://www.facebook.com/choosingfreelen/) that caught my attention yesterday.  I too have been in church when things were tough. So, read on.  Pray for your church to be the expression of God’s love lived out before the word.  Or as we say at The Community Fellowship through our vision, we are here to be “demonstrating the love of God to our community”and beyond.  Read:

I sat in a meeting. The discussion was heated. The conversation heavy. 

Hearts were burdened. Chests were puffed. Sorrow, pain, arrogance, curiosity, humility, fear, courage, and forgiveness sat together in a single room.

As I looked around the church, I just kept thinking- 

Church is hard. 

Church is hard for the person walking through the doors, afraid of judgement. 

Church is hard for the pastor’s kid under the microscope of an entire body.

Church is hard for the prodical soul returning home, broken and battered by the world.

Church is hard for the girl who looks like she has it all together, but doesn’t.

Church is hard for the couple who fought the entire ride to service.

Church is hard for the single mom, surrounded by couples holding hands, and seemingly perfect families.

Church is hard for the widow and widower with no invitation to lunch after service.

Church is hard for the deacon with an estranged child. 

Church is hard for the choir member overwhelmed by the weight of the lyrics in that song. 

Church is hard for the man insecure in his role as a leader.

Church is hard for the wife who longs to be led by a righteous man. 

Church is hard for the nursery volunteer who desperately longs for a baby to love. 

Church is hard for the single woman and single man, praying God brings them a mate. 

Church is hard for the teenage girl, wearing a scarlet letter, ashamed of her mistakes. 

Church is hard for the gays, adulterers, liars, cheats, and slanderers.

Church is hard for the sinners.

Church is hard for me.

It’s hard because on the outside it all looks shiny and perfect. Sunday best in behavior and dress.

However, underneath those layers, you find a body of imperfect people, carnal souls, selfish motives.

But, here is the beauty of church- 

Church isn’t a building, mentality, or expectation. 

Church is a body. 

Church is a group of sinners, saved by grace, living in fellowship as saints.

Church is a body of believers bound as brothers and sisters by an eternal love.

Church is a holy ground where sinners stand as equals before the Throne of Grace.

Church is a refuge for broken hearts and a training ground for mighty warriors.

Church is a converging of confrontation and invitation. Where sin is confronted and hearts are invited to seek restoration.

Church is a lesson in faith and trust. 

Church is a bearer of burdens and a giver of hope.

Church is a family. A family coming together, setting aside differences, forgetting past mistakes, rejoicing in the smallest of victories.

Church, the body, and the circle of sinners-turned-saints, is where He resides, and if we ask, He is faithful to come.

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So even on the hard days at church-

The days when I am at odds with a sister. When I’ve fought with my husband because we’re late once again. When I’ve walked in bearing burdens heavier than my heart can handle, yet masking the pain with a smile on my face. When I’ve worn a scarlet letter, under the microscope. When I’ve longed for a baby to hold, or fought tears as the lyrics were sung. When I’ve walked back in, afraid and broken, after walking away.

I’ll remember, He has never failed to meet me there.

Hebrews 10:25 NASB
not forsaking our own assembling together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another; and all the more as you see the day drawing near.

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