As I was wandering through an artsy shopping district, I noticed a young woman stepping out of a psychic reading shop. She had short dark hair that was fashionably spiked. Her thin face and long cheekbones accented her bright blue eyes. She had a small diamond stud in her nose and several small rings in her ears. She wore tall red boots, fingerless gloves, and loose-fitting clothes.
She glanced at me as we passed each other, and we both smiled.
Isn’t it funny how you can like someone without ever having spoken to her?
My reaction was to like this girl, but I admit she was not from my world. I couldn’t see her hanging out with me and my friends on a Friday night to eat tacos and play Farkle. I couldn’t imagine her sitting through a service at my church singing Christian songs and shaking hands with the people around her. I belong in both of those scenarios, and am glad I do—but am I missing something? Are we as the church missing something?
If the church is so powerful for me—and it is, transforming my walk with Christ constantly—why doesn’t it work for everyone? If the people Jesus spent time with when he was on earth, people like that young woman who was evidently searching for answers to spiritual questions, wouldn’t step foot in our doors, what are we doing wrong? Does she not come because it’s not something she would “get,” or does she not come because no one invited her, or both?
I believe in the church. It’s a safe place to raise children; it’s where we can find other Christians to help us in our walk with God; it’s a community center from which we can serve others more effectively; it’s where we hear the Word of God taught, where we can worship and pray; it’s the eventual army of heaven in the last days; it’s the beloved bride of Christ… But when we become a place to retreat from the world, we’re not doing what Christ intended.
The people we meet on the streets need Jesus, just as we do. We’re not actually from different worlds at all. When I remember that, I realize I do have something to offer, something much better than tacos or Sunday morning services: I have Jesus. I just wish I could find a way to share Him with her.
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