Sunday. Sofa. Coffee.
As I pour a cup of coffee and let it sit on the coffee table while I get ready to write, it is amazing how quickly it cools on this frigid morning. Meanwhile, back at my beloved coffee pot on the counter, the precious liquid is still steaming, the heat being retained by the larger body of liquid in the carafe, and continuously restored by the coffee maker, the source of the heat in the first place.
It is perfect as it sits in the beautiful glass and stainless steel carafe.
But as I try to write, it is worthless to me over there..
For the coffee to help me it must be poured in my cup and carried out into the cold, cold world of my living room.
A dangerous thing, this separation, this pouring. But it is necessary, even if a little chilling, if I am to drink from the cup.
There will be thousands of sermons delivered this morning. And that is just in Alabama. Some of them will be part of a cleverly worded series advertised and marketed on social media, church newsletters and signs, designed to attract the faithful back into the sanctuary for another Sunday, with the hope that somehow the artwork and wordplay will attract new numbers, seekers, the curious about God, to find that church and give it a try. Come to us, all who are thirsty, and learn to be like us. Come here to share a hot cup in the welcome center. But come to us. We are surely not going to bring it out to you. No curb service here.
It will get cold out there.
Out there. The world. The evil place. Certainly no place for the church, the Body of Christ to be hanging out. The world might rub off on us if we rub up against it. No, it is much better, much safer, much warmer, if we stay in this place, this sanctuary, this welcome center, that God has clearly created to set the blessed apart from the world, so that we may not become of this dirty, dirty world. Jesus wants us to stay here, stay close, where the coffee is always hot.and the filth of the world never contaminates.
There will be some in the pulpit this morning who will blame the world for the woes of the church. Attendance is in decline. Commitment is lacking. Sin is rampant. It is the fault of the satanic entertainment industry, or the godless government leaders. It is because of the demon possessed gays and lesbians, or the Muslims, or the outcast and oppressed others, and especially because of those so-called Christians who stand up and stand with them, apparently with no regard for what may be rubbing off on them. Some pastors will proclaim that the world out there is the problem, the cause of our chilling cold, and we must not risk tracking the dirt inside. Close the doors, the heat might get out. Were you born in a barn?
Some will even point out that the world is an abomination to God.
The world that God so loves. The world that Jesus came to, rubbed shoulders with, ate and drank with, wrapped his loving arms around despite abominable sin and filthiness of body, mind and spirit.
The world that is us.
The world that Jesus came not to condemn, but to show the way to live and die.
And most importantly, to show the way to love.
In the world. In this world.
The world is not the problem, all who are preaching and listening today. The world is who we are to love, wherever that is, and no matter how dirty it gets.
Because that is where Jesus is. And he is not lonely. He loves it out there with his friends.
It is so sad when the glass that we are looking through darkly has become the windows of our churches, those of us on the inside unable to see clearly Jesus loving on the world in need of love. The world He came to save, whether we choose to be with Him or not.
My coffee is growing cold and I know where to go to remedy that.
And the same for my heart, despite what you may hear from a pulpit today.
Into the world. That's where Jesus is. And he doesn't just serve a drink of cool living water.
He gives warm-ups as well.
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