Stillness.
"The potential of the body of Christ is so much greater than is being fulfilled right now." Was a phrase I found myself journaling today after an extensive conversation on practical theology with a dear, respected friend. I fear the Church has found itself dwelling within an existence in which the security is found within the programs, overly-packed schedules, and an impressively worn-out pastoral staff. Of course, we would never admit such. We may not even know we do such things, as we do so with the best intentions; to meet everyone we can where they're at. To reach out to our community. To make sure everyone has a seat at the Table. And the list goes on. I can respect this. I do respect this. Genuinely, if it weren't for a "program" at the place I claim as my first church home, I wouldn't be here. However, the program didn't save me. Every Wednesday night at 7 PM with a bunch of other teens didn't save me. The mission trips, church ca