It’s been a few weeks since I’ve been to church.
And it’ll be about another month until I get to be home on a Friday night to go to church at Journey.
For someone who used to work in the local church that appears really odd. (It feels weird to write, somewhat confessional.) I even remember a time when we, as a staff, pushed to define the amount of Sunday’s a leader had to be present in order to qualify to be a leader. I think we settled on 45 Sunday’s per year… I’d be disqualified by a country mile.


This is one of those passages of Scripture so easily twisted that it is used to justify all sorts of weirdness done in the name of Jesus. (My favorite is using this as justification of a position against immigration reform.)


Yesterday, while completely unique, was absolutely typical.