Who is the church for?
Church isn’t for you. It’s not for me.
Sunday a newcomer found a spot by himself up front. I thought it odd at first, but when the songs began I should have known. He clapped his hands. He sang out loud. He knew the words.
This wasn’t his first rodeo. He knew the church game. He knew how to play.
When he began walking out of service after the first dialogue question I was shocked. He said, “I’m not leaving because of anything you said. I’m wanted to just stop in on the way to my church.” That didn’t bother me at all.
“Cool,” I told him, “thanks for stopping by!”
As I went to refill my coffee before continuing the message he started again, “I can just do it all on my own.”
My face must have looked like a mannequins. Expressionless. I didn’t know how to respond.
“I can study the bible on my own,” he continued. “I appreciate the fellowship you’re trying to do here. It’s just this: I can’t do worship alone. I can do the rest by myself, but that 30 minutes of worship I get at my church I can’t do alone.”
My face. Blank. Deer in front of headlights have made more expression than me.
In absolute shock I watched him walk out the door. “Maybe see you next week,” he exclaimed.
My friends, church isn’t for you. It’s not for me.
It’s for us. We need each other.
If Jesus wanted to do it by himself he wouldn’t have asked 12 screw-balls to follow him. Over and over again in the Scriptures we see God asking humans to participate in the journey of humanity’s redemption.
Go, but never alone.