We as a church are similar to the building we call home. We were once like a shiny factory pumping out prefabricated products. But no longer do we participate in an insipid, one size fits all, commodity exchange. We have aged. Some of us have been through seasons of neglect. We have been restored. Our scars are now what makes us beautiful and unique. Our brokenness has provided a new canvas of possibility and creativity.
We are redeemed. We have a new purpose.
When people interact with us now, they do not experience the bland, and the utilitarian. Instead they experience warmth and authenticity. The pain of being used up and then neglected has shaped within us a new set of values. The years of suffering have produced character. And often, the Spirit that swirls around us… takes our breath away.