22 décembre 2009

Rhetorical

I just want to worship with people who want nothing more.
Pray with people for whom prayer is like breathing.
Laugh and eat and hang out with people whose sole desire is to love and serve Jesus.
Talk about life and love and politics and sports with people who love life and care about this world because they are gifts from God.
Cry with people who care about something more than themselves and their immediate circle.

I'm the pastor in a church; why is it so hard to find?
Why am I unable to build such a community?

Lord take the log out of my eye, cut off the right hand that causes me to sin, and touch the coal to my lips. I am unclean.

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