Church |RE|framed

It's Saturday and church is around the corner. I'm already battling with my false self, the one that says, "you don't need that!", or "it's a waste of time". I honestly believe these things at times,usually every Saturday and Sunday morning. I think part of it comes from being a washout as a pastor. Too young, too ignorant, too self absorbed. I'm coming to believe that I'm supposed to go through these battles in my cranial conversation. I'm beginning to come to terms that I will ALWAYS be dissatisfied with church. I will ALWAYS be able to pick out something wrong, ignored, incongruent, or blatantly hypocritical. That will always be the case if I go without checking myself. I will see several hundred people tomorrow, some familiar, most unfamiliar, but each is one of my ABBA's beloved. I wonder how the ABBA of Jesus will view church tomorrow? I wonder what He will think of all the noise and distractions? Maybe, those things aren't even on His radar. Maybe He's more in tune with comforting the widow crying out in her loneliness, or the young couple struggling with infertility, or the family celebrating the safe return of their son from a tour of duty in Iraq. I'm sure he's gonna be paying attention to the high school girl who was just rejected by her best friend's. I think He has bigger things on His plate than my petty petitions and complaints. I pray that this Sunday I can go to church with the desire to worship my ABBA, by sharing in His concerns for His beloved. Will you join me?