Whenever people ask me where I go to church I stumble and hem and haw and try to find words to answer their question.
The truth is, we don’t go to church. At least not in the sense that people are talking about.
Both Ryan and I have “home churches” that we love – his in Sydney, mine in Oregon. We love going back to those guys and feel totally at home there.
Those churches are places of friendship, connection, encouragement, and worship. They are places that we represent through our service. We consider ourselves an extension of them as we work here in Townsville.
But we don’t go to a place we call “church” every Sunday morning.
The thing is, we do have a church. We meet with a group of believers several days a week – working, serving, worshiping, praying, growing in relationship. We teach one another, we break bread together, we encourage and strengthen one another.
We actually are the church. It just also happens to be our workplace.
I know it’s hard for some people to get that.
They need a name, a denomination, a set of four walls.
So when I tell them that we don’t go to church, I can sense some of them cringing inside. (Is she really saved? Is she bitter toward the church? Is she *gasp* an independent?)
Newsflash, yes, I know God. No, I’m not bitter. And no, we are definitely not independent.
Sometimes I think we have far more community than I think is even comfortable.
(But that’s not really the point of church is it? To be “comfortable”?)
The point of church is to gather, serve, grow, teach, encourage, worship, connect. Be the Body.
So yes, I suppose I do go to church.
Nearly every day.
Q for you: What do you think church is?
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