Last night our Über-Small House Church (maybe we should be called Über-Church) didn’t meet. We were going to, but Liz had a show, Maria and Brennan were both feeling under the weather, the Wetzels can’t meet on Weds. now that we moved nights, and John has a sculpture class till Christmas. Truly it worked out well because Sarah and I needed to move our furniture into the basement which is basically finished.
(** Oh, we have leftover drywall if anyone needs some, no big sheets, but several half sheets. Let me know **)
Russell came down and helped move some heavy stuff and I’m sure Sarah and Cloey are working on arranging and cleaning today. It is really coming together and should be ready for Cloey’s B-day party on Saturday. We’ll have a few more things to do over the next several months…. baseboards and window sills and trim-paint….. but it is livable! It only took 2 years!! Oh, and now we’re getting a couple leaks when it rains hard… great. Got get those fixed.
Anyway…. Über-Church …. I was struck again last night at how very fragile these little ecclesias are. The organizational, Evangelical, Church-Growth part of me feels anxious about such things…. will we survive? Are we “growing”, reaching people, spreading the gospel? Are we legitimate? Are we worthy, valuable, significant?
To which, I must confess, I say HOG-WASH!
Are we being faithful?
Are we loving? Are we orienting our lives more and more to Jesus? Are we living Kingdom lives – when we gather and even more so when we scatter? Are we sharing our lives, our fears, our dreams with one another? To these I say, YES! Certainly not perfectly, but we are. We’re moving that way. I see us – our little Über-Small House Church – getting into rhythm with the Spirit. I sense us feeling the beat beat beat of the Great Drum of Heaven. I feel us finding our rhythm and beginning to dance. To dance to dance to dance to His rhythm.
“Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum
Me and my drum.”
