What is it about houses?
These floors know the first tentative steps of infancy. The stampede of children’s play. First breaths, short breaths, sighs and last breaths. These doors observe good night kisses, others slammed in fits of rage. Darkened corners watch frustrated tears, hear desperate prayers.
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Community is in our blood.
In the early ‘70s we discovered the baptism of the Holy Spirit as a church, and God led us out of stale, safe Christendom onto a radical path. God packed us out with scores of hippies, students, drop-outs and dissatisfied Christians, and consequently life got much more colourful.
It’s estimated Jesus walked up to 20 miles a day to spread the Gospel. He travelled light. He wasn’t looking for earthly possessions.
Jesus was looking for relationships. Jesus was looking for people. As a church we intend to follow the example of Jesus, sowing the kingdom of God, seed by seed among the people we interact with.
I was recently watching a documentary about the Gloriavale Christian Community in New Zealand. While convicted by their daily devotion to God and each other I kept thinking of one of my favourite parts of the Bible. Jesus has defeated death and gives his followers the Great Commission:
“All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptising them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.” (Matthew 28)