My Church

My church isn’t perfect, (show me one that is!) but I love them, every last whiny one; they are awesome. ;) They know how to love, they know how to eat, and they take care of their own.

Yesterday, the Kelly’s had some friends round, and naturally, they invited their corps friends. It’s a great house, they have all the cool things that cool houses have, but my favourite things about that house are Zachary and Noah. They are cuter than you could ever imagine. As I was driving over to the house, I was thinking about the family, about Chip and Grandpa, Zachary and Noah. Chip and Grandpa are two men who show Christian integrity to the extreme. For the way they have lived their lives, they have caused their sons to be “marked” wee boys; marked as wee men of God. If we can inherit sin, how can we not inherit integrity? Sure, they are wee boys, they sometimes tell fibs, and sometimes lose their temper, but they’ll work through that; they are just being wee boys.

My church fusses over kids like it’s their job! I heard one of them say yesterday as others were laughing, “What’s going on? Is it cool little boy stuff?” (This was a grown “boy.”) I loved that, I loved how it came out, I loved that it validated everything about the wee boys. Sure the wee ones didn’t hear it, but what they do see is in the faces of those older than them, they see the love. They see it in the giggles, the cuddles, the smiles, the stolen sweeties shared, and the games, and even in the correction they are given.

To the Kelly’s and the Montclair Corps!

Cheers!