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So then you are no longer strangers and aliens, but you are fellow citizens with the saints, and are of God’s household, having been built on the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Christ Jesus Himself being the corner stone, in whom the whole building, being fitted together, is growing into a holy temple in the Lord, in whom you also are being built together into a dwelling of God in the Spirit. Ephesians 2:19-22

This passage is sitting and expanding in my mind and heart. Paul, writing to the church in Ephesus, the church living in the middle of an immoral city. The church that is young and far removed from the origins of the Savior they worship. The church that has been given grace and peace and every spiritual blessing. The church that is full of members that were aliens and strangers to the ancestral family of the Savior. The church that has an inheritance of belonging to the family of the Savior, adopted by God Himself. The church that is being built into a dwelling of God.

That right there gets me in the pit of my stomach. And the aching neck and shoulder as I type this. Inside the vessels we have been given to spend our time on earth, resides more than we know or understand. But yet I treat this vessel hard. I am not always honoring the inheritance given to me, through the blood and tears of Christ. The inheritance is invaluable. But yet I disregard what is being built in me. Some may say I even abuse this dwelling place.

Isn’t that what was happening in Ephesus? Was that the example of what not to do for those living in that city? And the immorality wasn’t the only corruption happening. It isn’t the only corruption happening in our modern times.

I sit at a desk for a living. My body is capable of moving. I make a choice to be sedentary.

My food choices are less than healthy. I make the choice to eat the food I eat.

The little black device that literally goes with me everywhere. I choose to pick it up and mindlessly scroll through countless reels and posts.

The anger that rises up in me over inconsequential circumstances depletes my joy. I allow it. My choice.

Jealousy forces me into idolatry. Or is it idolatry that forces me into jealousy? Both and neither. I choose to allow my mind to be consumed so that my heart longs for something other than God.

I sit in a pew Sunday morning. I get up and leave and have done nothing but occupy space and gained knowledge without action. How is that being an active participant in what is being built into a dwelling of God?

“I have the right to do anything,” you say—but not everything is beneficial. “I have the right to do anything”—but I will not be mastered by anything. 1 Corinthians 6:12

Of all the above, it is available to me to choose my response to gifts and treatment of time and resources.

I get to choose action over allowing my body to become stiff and ache from lack of movement.

I get to choose food that will give me energy to be able to move.

I get to choose to lay the black device down. Frees up time for the good stuff.

I get to choose to be angry without allowing it to steal my joy. I will still be angry because, well, you know. But my response can be better, not bitter. I can use it to do good.

I get to enjoy what is not mine without wanting it for myself. I can be thankful for what I have and for what others have. The abundance given to me already far surpasses anything I could need.

I get to sit in that pew. I also get to be a willing participant in being the church, not just sitting in it. There is something for everyone to do and everyone gets to do something. We just have to choose.

The offer is on the table. The dwelling is being built. Will you join?

I originally wrote this post on August 28, 2020. I needed to read it again. I needed to admit it again. Maybe you do too. The following is the unedited original version of this post. I don’t know if the original had a title, but that has been added.

A few years back, I actively participated in “church.” Yes, I placed this in quotes for a reason. You see, I was part of a body of believers (otherwise known as a congregation or “church”) and felt it was my responsibility to pick-up and do my part within that congregation. Bible studies, women’s conferences, VBS, nursery, children’s church, clean-up days, food pantry, short-term mission trips, Sunday school, finance committee. I even prepared the weekly bulletin for a little while. Whew! Sounds exhausting! Not really, just an active member within a functioning congregation.

But then life happens and boom! I am no longer participating in any congregation.

I think back to the food pantry days. We would gather one Saturday each month. Two goals of that mission were both centered around nutrition. One being the nutrition of your soul. Second being the nutrition of your body. It was early on in that mission within that congregation that I met a man who had been hurt by a congregation and wanted nothing more to do with an organized body of believers. He was convinced that the “church” was full of hypocritical people that wanted nothing more than serve their own self-interests within the confines of a comfy church pew. A social club, if you will. And he wasn’t shy about telling us exactly that!

But something brought him into that place that day. I don’t think he came searching out the same hurt he had experienced before. He wanted to test the waters. I am sure a few groceries were needed but there was more to it than just the physical food.

I think he wanted what we all want. We want to be a part of something bigger. We want to work. We want to be held accountable to one another to serve the purpose of the church. We want to see good being done and to take part in doing it. We want to help one another in our times of need. We want to have people that have our backs. We want to stand shoulder to shoulder so we have support. We want to be engaged in furthering the kingdom of God.

Or is it just me? Is it? Is it just me? Am I the only one that longs for this?

Unfortunately, people get in the way of that purpose. Hurts happen. And they come in all shapes and sizes and manners. I even stumble over myself.

The other day I mentioned well-intentioned people. They can happen. They can get in the way.

I am going to go out on a limb here. It is a long skinny limb that will most assuredly cause me to come crashing to the ground. I already know some of the thoughts and murmurs that will come about. If you think it, you may as well say it.

Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful; and let us consider how to stimulate one another to love and good deeds, not forsaking our own assembling together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another; and all the more as you see the day drawing near. Hebrews 10:23-25 (NASB)

Talk about responsibility! My responsibility is “to stimulate one another to love and good deeds,” to encourage. But there is something in between. Something that has been lacking in my life. Something that our current pandemic-stricken era has frowned upon. Something that I sorely miss. Something that I may have taken for granted for too long.

Assembly. How can you hold me accountable if you don’t see me? How can I hold you accountable if I don’t reach out to you and ask those hard questions? How can we serve the kingdom without some common time of visiting and worshiping and praying and studying? How do we know who is missing out on this? Are we quick to say it is up to them to get it? We are too polite to force anything on anyone. So, let them die and go to hell.

Well, now, that is a little harsh.

Is it?

How do we know if a person is truly saved from the inevitable wrath to come? God knows and perhaps it is not our place to know but it is our place to continue to share the good news of a Savior. Nothing I do will save anyone but the work completed on the cross did. It saved me. It is saving me. It continues to work in me.

Have I become that man I met many years ago? From the outside looking in, I don’t want to go sit in a pew surrounded by people that honestly don’t care whether I show up to occupy that pew or not. I don’t want to be part of a social club that only serves our own interests. I don’t want to sit with my arms crossed and lips pursed quietly while I observe others.

I don’t want to be judged until you know me. Then I want you to hold me accountable. When you know the abilities God has imparted on me, I want you to remind me. I want you to ask me why I am not doing my part in furthering the kingdom of God. And don’t be satisfied with “I don’t feel like it.”

If you are a member of a “church,” and have not been engaged, may I encourage you to seek engagement. If you are unable to find it, perhaps another congregation is necessary for you to find it. But then again, maybe it is you that should initiate something. Perhaps there is someone that needs you to take that first step and you may find a common work to do.

If you are in a close-knit family of believers that are actively working to further the kingdom of God, may I encourage you in your work. But may I also entreat you to look a little beyond yourselves. So much of the work of kingdom building happens outside the confines of a building.

And if you are like me, sitting on the sidelines. Waiting and watching. What are we waiting on? May I suggest that while we are waiting that we continue the work we know to do. That we share verses. That we encourage those around us. That we study and worship and pray. And that we find a “church” home.

Pray with me in these endeavors? That the kingdom of God will grow. That people can come together to encourage one another. That people will come together for good.

Dwelling of God

Kingdom Work