"He was broken, that we might be whole."
The idea is simple, yet hard to grasp. And, although contemplatively said in a prayer at an event last night, brokenness and wholeness is something we can visually comprehend and beckons us to be moved to our knees.
But why, in the reality of human brokenness and fraility, do we as the bride of Christ get caught up in the petty squabbles of mixed agenda's and lowered priorities of the church? And althought "squabbles" is one of my favorite words that rolls of the tongue, it's one of my least favorite things. Somewhere along the way, we've gotten lost; lost in our own ideas of what we should be doing and how we should be doing it. We've lost sight of our first love, dressed in Laodocian garmets of two-faced lives and double-sided identities.
Who are we now?
I guess I'm longing for the simplicity of what the church was meant to be, of why we were created in the first place. We're not meant to be a sect unto our own, but a unified beautiful replication of who Christ died for and is coming for again. We are to be out there, furthering the kingdom and discipling the found.
Are we mixed up? Yes. Have we fallen short of holiness? Without a doubt. But I have to ask: what are you doing about it?
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