A Redeemed Church

I've seen some beautiful moments at church the last few weeks:

Today the pastor called all the men in the church to practice laying down their lives for their wives by taking the postures of servants in their marriages. About thirty men came to the front of the church to confess they needed help in their marriage and wanted to be better husbands. It was beautiful. Made me cry.

Last week at my home church, in what used to be a largely all white congregation, at least four different languages were spoken from up front, including Armenian. It was beautiful. Made me cry.

I love church. I think that, due to the fact that I work with so many college students who've had bad experiences at church, I've been trained so much to say that I understand it's got its faults and that it often doesn't represent what Jesus actually taught.

But I really like church. There has rarely been a time that I've gone to church, in the last 24 years of my life (or at least those that I can remember), that I haven't been either blessed, challenged, or filled with much joy and peace. :)