I did something different with my empty styrofoam cup of coffee this morning. Instead of ripping it into little chips and dropping it inside its increasingly smaller self, I wrote on it.
Life as a Christian cannot be lived, in any real and full way, outside of the body of Christ, which is the church.
People are messy. Any amount of truth and life I have is grace. I can't take credit for it or pride in it.
This has been something I've been struggling with - why does God tell us to be involved in and love the church when there's so many messed up people in it? Just the way that question is phrased should give you a clue what my problem is.
Hello??? Do I not remember the grace it took me and how far I've come? Did I forget where I've been and where I still have to go? I am a sinner. I don't deserve any of what I have and God's glorious grace should break my heart.
I'm so blessed to be a part of my church and have a chance to rejoice in God with the other redeemed sinners!
Speaking of fellowship, I went to hang out my college group after church. It was the best time I've had in forever. Mickey, Courtney, Lauren, Zack, Squish, Steven, Mitch, Nate and I talked about books (C.S. Lewis), movies (military and "christian" romance), women in the military, Target, break-dancing, the ethics of creeping someone out while eating a chocolate cupcake as opposed to a vanilla one and music.
Oh, my book list.
That's the short list.
Okay, friends. This feels like a weird post to me, but whatever. Love you guys. I have to go figure out my double-booking for jobs tomorrow. My fault. Oh FAIL. =P
Listening to Jesse McCartney - What's Your Name