This weekend was also a call to action. Today Pastor Jay preached. He taught on growth…how it is important to mature as individuals, but also as a body. One of his illustrations hit me. Babies are really cute. But, if they don’t develop, mature, grow, at a certain point, this indicates that there is a problem…there is a need for medical attention.
There is no medical insurance for stunted spiritual growth. But there is a hospital in which this can be cured. It is called the church, being involved in a community of believers who are growing through their own brokenness, who are experiencing healing spiritually, emotionally, physically. Spiritual growth is not reactive. It is proactive. The Bible exhorts believers to work out their salvation with fear and trembling.
For me, this weekend was a growth weekend. I actually let my guard down in the group of women. I laughed (so much so that the people in the room next door banged on the wall to shut us up.) I cried so hard that my head felt like it was hit with a bat. I got angry. I was real.
I’ve been hiding behind something…the identity that I’ve carried with me from my previous church. I didn’t realize was the weight of the identity that I was portraying. I was wearing chain mail. This weekend, the chain mail was removed and melted down without me even realizing what was occuring.
This morning as I was getting dressed for church, I found myself much less self-conscious of what I wore. In church, I found myself surrounded by women. And I wasn’t freaking out. I was in my element.
Back to the call to action. I have something to say, to add, to contribute. To women, to men, to the church, to the unchurched. I’ve known this since I was seven years old, preaching to my stuffed animals. Perhaps I’ve been surpressing this knowledge; perhaps hiding from the message that I have in my spirit. Now that the chain mail has been removed, I need to get the word out.
When the Potter decides that it is time, the word will go forth.