I am not always a fan of the Huffington Post. Sometimes their religion writers seem to be adherents of an ethereal McChurch—scrambling terminology, reporting on all the denominations but grossly misunderstanding the Catholic faith. This time, though, HuffPo hit the nail on the head.
I loved this column, written by a blogger who calls himself the Unappreciated Pastor. In fact, I friended him over on Facebook so that I won’t miss his pearls of wisdom. He’s not a Catholic, I think, but his reflection has a universal application. Especially in these days after the Christmas and Easter Catholics have settled in for a long winter—read this and reflect.
I’m sure you’ve heard a lot about me. I have no shortage of critics. Perhaps you have heard that I am…
A waste of time
You’ve heard that I am full of:
Maybe you have visited me before and discovered:
Maybe you needed me and I was:
Maybe you joined me and found I was:
Maybe you tried to serve in me but were caught off guard by:
Maybe you left and were surprised that nobody:
Invited you back
Perhaps your experience has driven you to:
Speak negatively of me
Swear to never come back to me
Proclaim that no one needs me
Believe you’re better off without me
If this is true, I have something to say to you:
I was wrong
I blew it
I made a huge mistake
But remember, I never said my name was:
My name is church. I welcome the:
I welcome the
I cannot shut my doors to the people who make you:
But I would remind you that we couldn’t always worship in the same room. In the Old Testament there was a division between the:
In order for us to all worship in the same room Christ was:
Which is far worse than being:
So why not come back to church and let all of these messed up people:
I can’t promise you that the people will be great. This is church. It’s not:
The Celestial city
God wants you here.
The body needs you here.
The world needs your witness here.
You belong here.
Hello, my name is church.
I miss you.
I love you.
Can’t wait to see you.