What is church? Might just be the question asked by many. Including myself. That little act of attendance that should represent both obedience and an honestly committed heart.
In my life, it has definitely been different scenes, experiences and feelings.
As a child it was a majestic building, which many times was as scary to me as it was overwhelmingly comforting. I grew up to stray away from it for some years. To later become the prodigal daughter towards it, to witness the lack of His word in big buildings, and the abundance of love in small plain concrete boxes that contained nothing but His word. Church has been a safe place, a refuge, an extended family. But it has also represented one of my biggest faith mistake: the thought that church was about me.
And isn’t just that the way the enemy works? By trapping ourselves into our own made up “Godly” ways and making us believe our selfish self is the one who needs to conquer. Rather than accepting that He has already conquered, and we are here merely to serve Him.
Been on that trap for way to long, thinking that my way, my needs, my time are priority. Pointing the finger at the church and counting the ways it needed to change, before even realizing the few ways I was striving to be part of that change. Thinking that my church needs to serve me more than I need to serve it. Forgetting we are called to concentrate on the needs of others more than in ours. Criticism against church is an epidemic that will do nothing but distract us from our own intimate relationship with God.
Church is not about me. Church is for me.
Not about what it needs to change for me. But for me to make a change.
Not about fulfilling my personal needs. But for the fulfillment of my own intimate relationship with God.
Not about my perfect plans. But for my broken ones.
Not about me getting a comfy seat of my choice. But for me to witness others make the choice to take a seat.
Not about me directing. But for me to do my part and continue to let Him direct the paths.
Ultimately, is that concrete building, that confused mind and reactive feelings that I should continue to fight each day. A faithful heart should be the one to remain, the one that’s not looking to belong to church but rather to build a church.
In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight. Proverbs 3:6
Exactly what church is continues to be a question mark. Like foggy image of something that is definitely there but I can’t quite put on focus yet. But these days, the image seems to gain focus, as I do some manual adjustments rather than depending on an auto setting; as I expand the view, rather than keeping it on me.
My actions are for His glory and not mine as I welcome a more involved Ministry life on the new Sunday night services at our church.
A nice adjustment since we are running Monday thru Saturday mornings to get everyone somewhere on time, no more Sunday morning hustling required.
Lounging on PJs until noon, cartoon marathons and big homemade breakfasts, no more cardboard tasting waffles required.
Adapted from The America’s Test Kitchen Family Cookbook
- Heat a waffle iron according to manufacturer’s directions.
- In a large bowl, whisk 2 cups unbleached all-purpose flour, 2 TBSP corn meal, 1 TBSP sugar, 1/2 tsp salt, 1/2 tsp baking powder and 1/2 tsp baking soda. Combine well and make a well in the center.
- In a separate small bowl whisk 4 TBSP butter melted, 1 1/2 cup buttermilk, 1/2 cup milk, 2 large eggs until well combined and pour into the well.
- Whisk until smooth; do not overmix.
- For each waffle, spoon about 2 ice-cream-size scoops of batter in the center of the waffle iron, close and cook 2 to 3 minutes on each side, or 4-6 minutes total, until golden brown.
- Serve hot for crispiness. Top with fresh berries and honey or maple syrup.