I spent a few minutes yesterday reading over some old journals: thoughts of past students, parent relationships, events, and changed lives (including mine). You know how something yet-unformed begins running around your semi-conscious brain? It happens frequently to me…and then, once processed, I get an immediate revelation of ‘Wow!’…followed by a humbling ‘well, duh…’. At 5:40 this morning, it happened again.

I think most Christians believe that going to church is their way of ‘making a difference’.

IMHO, at least. Especially those that are long-time Christians. I can’t categorize them as ‘mature Christians’, because there’s nothing fruitful or mature about that kind of perspective. Nevertheless, I’m confident it’s there in a lot of Christians.

And that disturbs me.