The Post About Ignoring It and Carrying On

I've shared how God has been poking and prodding and generally being the peskiest of universe Creators as of late.

After those posts, my coworker and Rabbit reader Lisa texted me:

I was worried too. 

Months ago God gave me an uncomfortable feeling every time I stepped inside my church. A place filled with cherished friends whose arms held fast suddenly felt foreign. It was as if I was no longer fluent in the love language native to those rooms. 

But I ignored it and carried on. 

Seasons changed and so did my mood. I was no longer uncomfortable on Sundays...I was distressed. Every committee meeting I attended, every Sunday School class I taught, every song I sang was wrapped in grief. Inexplicably I was mourning the loss of a tie that binds. 

But I ignored it and carried on. 

God won't let us ignore it and carry on for long. 

I'd been reading about Abram and Sarai and recognizing myself in the worst parts of their story. The part about loving God but pretty much ignoring His direction. 

So I decided to stop reading about them and move onto a safer book - Revelation. I mean, it's crystal seas and golden streets. No pressure. 

"...I know your deeds; you have a reputation of being alive, but you are dead. Wake up! Strengthen what remains and is about to die, for I have found your deeds unfinished in the sight of my God. Remember, therefore, what you have received and heard; hold it fast, and repent. But if you do not wake up, I will come like a thief, and you will not know at what time I will come to you." Revelation 3:1-3

Well...

This past Sunday was my last at my church. A church that showed me in word and deed that God lives and loves. A place that was more than just a place. It has been home. 

The Sunday I shared with my class I was leaving, my pastor stood to pray in "big church" as he did every week. He said "God remind us that the church is not a building but the people in which The Holy Spirit dwells.

I haven't searched for a new church in 12 years. Wait with baited rabbit breath for the inevitable posts highlighting the Greek/Hebrew Rush process. 

Do you have advice? Does your church have coffee and casseroles and a heart for God? 

{image: Jamie}