“And let us consider how to stimulate one another to love and good deeds, not forsaking our own assembling together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another” (Hebrews 10: 24-25).
Instead of the usual “high five” that he gives me each Sunday as I walk up the aisle to greet exiting worshippers, the elementary-aged boy handed me a tightly folded note. Unraveling it as walked, I glanced down to see the most heart-warming words—“I love my church.” We’re certainly not a perfect church. Like every church we have those that others refer to as hypocrites. It’s a place where you can even get your feelings hurt by those who are rude and act in ways that are less than Christian. Every church is an imperfect place led by imperfect people.
The eye of a child, however, focuses on the greater reality of the church—she is the bride of Christ, both the object and messenger of his love; broken people united by a beautiful Savior. Aren’t you grateful to be a member of the family of faith. With the eye of a child, we are able to say, “I love my church.”