Junkyard Sanctuary
I was recounting a conversation I had recently with a pastor friend of mine about helping church members through times of stress and trouble only to have them leave the church shortly thereafter for “greener pastures.” As I shared this conversation with my wife, I began to imagine our sanctuary as a refuse heap, a junkyard, a room full of garbage. Now, don’t lose me here. I’m not implying that the church is a junkyard. I simply imagined it that way for an instant.
However, is the church a place where we come to unload the junk in our lives and leave it at the altar? Read the rest of this entry »
