I’m reading about the evangelical church right now, and how it, in essence, supported and encouraged a further schism between the invisible and visible church (catholic v. reformed issue #892380198). Combine that with the very fleshly struggle I’ve been having lately about what God is or is not calling me to do, has me thinking a lot.
I am so averse to recreating the wheel – I’d rather go into the axle and do some major repairs, break the wheel down, and restructuring it than just throwing it aside for a new wheel. It has history, it’s ridden miles, and gone in places I could only dream I could ever travel.
But yet, I’m also not a fan of riding on a flat wheel that needs put to rest.
And so I sit, internally waging this war over the church and my place: am I supposed to just idly sit by and watch how the church responds when the person puts herself and says, “hiiii, remember me?” Or, am I supposed to fight back. When is it my turn to learn the answers?