For Wilshire Baptist Church
It’s bowl season for football fans, and I’ll admit that while I’m a football fan, I’m not a big fan of bowl games. That may seem like a disconnect, but unless the bowl is leading toward a national championship, I just don’t find much to get excited about. Bowls are good for school coffers and media exposure, but for me the interest is fleeting.
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Spending the week transforming Wilshire’s community hall into Bethlehem for One Starry Night, I’ve been reminded again what it means to “be the church.”
When I was younger I heard often that a church is not the building but rather the people. And now I’m reminded that it’s not just the people sitting shoulder to shoulder in the pews for worship or sitting in Sunday School rooms discussing the interplay of the gospel and current events.
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While decorating the house for Christmas, I was reminded again how God has stirred up my life and perhaps messed with my memory – but in a good way.
Time after time, as we pulled decorations out of boxes, LeAnn would ask me where something came from: an ornament, a nativity, a knickknack. And much of the time I couldn’t tell her because I didn’t remember. Now, the fact that she was asking me was a strong hint that the item was not something she brought to our marriage 11 years ago. But beyond that, I still couldn’t tell if the item was a gift, was bought new at a store or secondhand at an antique shop.
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