I have a vision of a worship service that feels like a family gathering – a group that looks forward to meeting together, serving together, eating potluck meals together after singing and praying together.
A small, intimate like body of believers that live like Jesus lived.
Where the old are respected and teach the young, and the young are appreciated by the old.
Where the hearts of the fathers are turned to their children, and the children are turned to their fathers.
Where children are seen as a welcome addition to the church, rather than a burden to be dragged along.
Where the youth are the spark, not the dead.
Where the most hardened criminal is welcomed, loved and changed.
Where church means more than a building with brick walls, great big sound systems, fancy lights, and a large pulpit.
Call me a dreamer. Call me old fashioned. Tell me it’s not possible.
I will see it. I promise you.