Over the next several articles I'll be writing a very short history of Christianity. Just enough for you to get a taste of who we and where we have been. Growing up my family liked to tell stories, most of those stories were about family members. The stories of my great grandfather's journey to America, the story of my grandparents meeting one another, the story of my mother's memories of rationing in WWII, all of these stories told me something about who my family was, and about who I was. The family of the church is no different. Part of who we are, of why we think the way we do, of why we worship comes from those who have prayed and struggled and worshiped before us. Just like any family we may like some members more than others. We may be embarrassed by crazy Uncle Henry, or love Auntie Vee's cookies. We may find wisdom in the words of some long lost cousin and can't begin to comprehend another, yet all of them are part of our family, part of who we are, and part of our journey into Christ. So be patient, and open, you may discover something that will make sense of why the Church is the way it is, and just maybe there will be a gem in the midst of it all.
Thursday, October 11, 2012