This is from Daily Life in a Homeless Shelter today. That desire to stop trying to just fix this broken religion that we are serving and leave it all and restart with a real relationship with God burns deep in my heart.
Yet how far are we willing to go in order to welcome others into our life, into our community, into the presence of Christ among us? The answer, of course, is ‘not much’, and I suspect that’s not because we’re inherently selfish, but because we have absolutely no idea what such a family, what such a community might look like, much less how rich and deep and meaningful – and at times how difficult – such a life might be. Our entire experience of such a life is limited to a few lines in the book of Acts, where we read that the believers lived together in one accord, and held all things in common, and we wonder what on earth that means. We’ve never seen this before, so almost two millennia later it’s the sort of thing that exists only in the heads of a few irrational, oddball dreamers out on the fringes of society, three and a half miles past normal, shamans, poets and mystics who might not be dreaming at all, but remembering…
…I’m not interested anymore in doing the same thing ‘better’. I want to go someplace altogether different. And the more I strip away everything else but being the hands and heart of Christ, right here, right now. with what I have, the more I strip away all of the externals of church and politics and… well, the more irrelevant and frivolous and deadening it all seems.