Open the Door and See All the People
“Here is the church,” I laced my fingers together and hid them between closed palms. “Here is the steeple,” I shot my pointer fingers up and touched the tips together. “Open the door and see all the people,” I swung apart my thumbs and wiggled my entwined fingers. And this last was always my favorite part, the funny church members all wobbly and stuck together.
My fingers have grown since those days, but I still like to use them to remind myself of what makes up the Church. For all the division and frustration, for all the disillusionment and hurt, for all the damage that by rights should have razed the building long ago, still here is the Church. And still my favorite part is the people.
So often we find it necessary to speak of the Church’s hard and hurtful parts. Today it’s my joy to take part in my friend Preston Yancey’s astounding, uplifting project, At the Lord’s Table: A Conversation, “a series of over 50 posts from varying authors about the beautiful, mangled Church.”