Clay in the Hands

Remember when places of worship were sacred?  I have always been somewhat surprised when someone attacks a church – whether it be theft or vandalism.  I remember as a child, I was taught that one should treat “God’s House” with more respect than you do your own home.  I am not confessing mind you, but there may have been an instance as a kid when I stuck gum under a table in Sunday School.  But I can assure you, if said instance may have happened, I felt guilty for weeks.

Those were simpler days.

It would seem that those days may be over – at least here.  Christmas Eve our church building was vandalized.  The only blessing in the whole thing is that nearly all the areas that were painted were glass.  Either the vandals were not very good at what they were trying to do or they were conscientious vandals.  Either way, I am glad the clean up will not be terrible.

But the whole incident has caused me to think.

I am so glad that the church is not a building.  This reminds us that the building is just that – a building.  It is the place that the church meets but there is nothing particularly special about it.  If the church met in a barn, that barn would be sacred – not because of the barn but because of the people meeting in it.

God’s people are the church and we cannot be held back by a can of paint.

Now – where is my scraper?

Be blessed today!