The very first, and best thing
right about my church is that it’s not
my church at all. If it was I’d be in deepest
trouble, that’s for sure.
First Church of Me
may sound, at first, appealing,
but I fear the worship soon would turn
a tad monotonous, and the offerings
and mission trips repetitious and reflexive.
Church school would lack for content,
while the Te Deum might relapse to mere tedium.
So what’s right, and true and even holy
about “my” church is that it is not,
and never has been mine,
but remains the church of One whose grace
and mercy reaches wide and deep to welcome
one and all, invites them to belong,
and be at home with her,
or maybe even him.