Sunday morning has been called by many, “The most segregated hour in America.” There was a time I would have vehemently denied such a remark…that time no longer exists. If you remember last week, I wrote about how in Michigan 8.2 miles separates a poverty stricken area from one of the most affluent communities in the country. I also made the observation that when you go to churches in those areas that you are likely to see a community that reflects the area in which is presides. This observation is confirmed by a study carried out by Lifeway Research and published January of this year.
Throughout my lifetime, I have been told on a fairly consistent basis that I am arrogant. This has generally been said to me by those above me in status, position, or authority…very rarely has this been said to me by my peers.
When you are reading through the New Testament there is one phrase that seems to have a constant presence within the text. It is especially seen in one author in particular, who uses this verse at the beginning or the end of almost every epistle he writes. That author would be none other than Paul of Tarsus.
I remember 7 years ago walking down the aisle next to my father (who 6 months prior had two brain surgeries) up to the man of my dreams! I couldn’t believe that this was actually happening; I knew I loved him but I was afraid of not being a good or Godly wife to Justin.
Being a person feeling a call to ministry and having the training as such, I find myself on a continual basis examining my faith, ministry, the church, and mission. A conversation being had on Facebook (curse you Facebook) got me thinking about what it means to be in meaningful Christian relationships and how it should look.