A Body in Motion

Our church's congregation meeting yesterday doubled as an opportunity to resurrect our somewhat dormant committee structure as well as a chance to dream about what we ought to be as a body. 

We are a ragtag bunch if there ever was one, and are taxed to the max by a crumbling building, dwindling finances, and a very needy community.  We are a far cry from the polished, sophisticated, and resourced communities you might think of when you think of Christianity in America.  We aren't even "cool" in our jaggedness: no one will mistake us for those edgy "un-churchs" that have rip-roarin' worship and provocative sermons by young'uns with multiple piercings.  No, we're pretty messy instead; and, at times, we're just a plain mess.

But, in God's eyes, I think it's safe to say we're a beautiful mess.  Man may look at the outside, but God looks at the inside.  And when He looks at our group, He sees women and men who have authentic relationships with Him and with each other, people striving after a purer living out of their faith, a strong commitment to service and mission and justice. 

We are Woodland Church.  And we are a body in motion.