This past week I attended what I could characterize as one of the worst church meetings ever. Earlier that day, I had a thyroid biopsy, so I was already a bit tense and in some discomfort. I had to rush around to arrive early so I could deliver snacks for the Youth Group meeting. My husband, our leader, arrived late because he was picking our granddaughter up at the airport, and drove through a severe rainstorm to get there. Well, …. these are my excuses, and I’m sure others had their own issues.
There was negativity and complaining; one person got angry and left; another cried. The leader didn’t guide the discussion well, and became frustrated (it showed). Everyone had their pet peeve, and nobody wanted to listen to anyone else. I gave up trying to take notes. I wanted to leave or cry. Nobody thought of stopping the whole mess to pray. In short, we all failed miserably to be the body of Christ.
Luckily for us, we still are the body of Christ, even if we didn’t act that way. Our identity lies in our relationship with Christ, not our good works, or lack of them. We get a do-over every time we need one. So we’ll get back together (return), we’ll forgive one another and be forgiven, we’ll pray and we’ll try again. Maybe this time we’ll get it right.
“So rend your hearts and not your garments, and return to the LORD your God. For He is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger, abounding in loving devotion. And He relents from sending disaster.” Joel 2:13