My Church is broken.

I’m sure it has always been. The Church is people and people are broken.

But the only church I’ve ever known is fighting an all out war - taking sides, creating factions and pushing agendas. All sitting on the inside would say this isn’t the church they love. I’m sure by now, those watching from the outside would say the same.

I used to wish the Church wasn’t broken.
Now…..I wonder how God will reveal himself in its breaking.

If I believe that God can redeem all things, then I must believe that he can redeem this. That he can use it.
And that somehow behind the fogginess of fighting God is working to restore even this.

Then, in a flash, my humanity creeps back in and I start thinking about how different people believe that redemption will come in different ways. And I start asking questions about what role we’re to play in making room for God to redeem. And I suddenly find myself distant from the peace of relying on God to do the gracious work.

I wonder how often we’ve gotten in the way of allowing God to do his redeeming by our faulty belief that we can ‘order’ our way out of this? That we can fix it with our effort. Surely we are smart enough, and pragmatic enough, and have enough peacemaking skill between these pastors to put together a plan.

Then I remember, that the times in my life when I’ve experienced the generous redemption of God, they’ve come in breaking, in letting go, in coming to my own end enough to stop fighting.

It’s not that God only works when I stop. It’s that I stop getting in the way of his work.
And in the process I signal to the God of the universe that I trust his doing more than my own.

“When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for them?”
Psalm 8:3-4

I think I’ve come to my own end in fighting for this broken church.
I’m ready for things to fall apart - so God can do the beautiful work of redemption.

THE CHURCH

my church is broken.

“When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for them?”
Psalm 8:3-4

Rev. Sarah Wanck

THE CHURCH

“When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for them?” Psalm 8:3-4

Rev. Sarah Wanck

“When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for them?”
Psalm 8:3-4