Yesterday my husband, myself and a couple of our very good friends made a two hour drive up I-5 to attend a BBQ. In and of themselves, I believe that BBQ's are worth the drive. I love summertime afternoons spent sitting in the shade, visiting with friends and eating all the fare that ripens in the summer months. There is something peaceful and fulfilling about all of those activities combined together. This BBQ carried a little extra joy for me, though. It turned out to be a family reunion of sorts, bringing numerous people together with whom we used to go to church with. Our former pastor was up from Los Angeles, speaking at a church in Gresham. Through the faithful efforts of a few friends a potluck was arranged and the opportunity was presented to visit with friends we hadn't seen for quite some time.
My heart was overjoyed as I was able to give and receive hugs from those in attendance, and a contentedness began to settle over me. As the BBQ chicken finished cooking, it was time to eat. We all gathered and a time was afforded for Pastor Keith and Pastor Coco to say a little something. What Pastor Keith chose to say spoke the loudest to me. All the time he has been ministering and leading people has taught him this: the things we think matter, don't really at all, and the small things are what matter the most.
Relationships, living life in relationship, is what we were designed for and what we are called to. The truth is the church is full of messed up vessels. We're cracked, beat up, tired vessels that can do our best, but at the end of the day, its just that. Our best. And our best is flawed. But as we realize that we are all flawed, and in desperate need of the Holy Spirit to soothe over those rough edges, its there that we see the beauty of our inadequacies. Where we are lacking, God is full. He will fill us to overflowing, not just fill in the gaps. And how much sweeter to learn of this process with others? I have been attending churches since before my mind could comprehend what was being said, and I have witnessed these cracked vessels. I am one. But over and over again I have also witnessed God's faithful love being poured out, and it happening through relational ministry. I want to get back to what really matters...
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