Heat dances from the asphalt, giving solid objects the illusion of swaying under July’s burning heat. Hydrangea bushes, all purple and pink, dot the landscape of homes and churches.
Driving down the road, I begin to count all of the churches – One, Two, Three…Ten, Eleven. Eleven churches in a mile and a half drive, and something in my stomach tightens.
We have spent so much money, here in the Untied States on bricks and mortar. Each Sunday we dress in our best, drink coffee with those we love, hear a sermon, have a Sunday School lesson, and go home; and, the majority of these buildings are not used again for another week.
Is this the Christianity that Christ had in mind when he gave us the great commission? Or, has our Christianity morphed into something it was never meant to be?
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