The Day It Felt Like Church

It was sunny and the birds were singing. The clouds were nothing but wisps in the sky. As I walked into the Corner Brewery for my favorite pint I bumped into a couple in line. As the husband, a rather imposing fellow, was working on ordering their beer, the wife and I talked about the weather.

They got kicked out, because the wife didn't have her license.

As my friend, Todd, and I sat on the patio sipping our IPA's and talking about Jesus, the couple returned. We spent the next couple of hours talking about life, Jesus, and the church. Todd stayed another three.

Chris and Liz showed up at the next missional community gathering. It was like they had been a part of us from the very beginning.

That day on the patio at the Corner, that felt like church. It felt like church because it was people being together and being who they were, no pretenses. Todd and I were just being the church, that is, being Jesus followers. We hadn't intended on spending the afternoon into the evening with Chris and Liz, it just happened.

The best part of all this is that it is being replicated all the time. Every Sunday night when we gather around the tables in my home to eat dinner together, it feels like church because it's people being people together. Church is not something we do, church is who we are.

The day it felt like church? For a while now the best answer to that question is: "Today". Being the Church is simply living in relationship with and under the authority of Jesus with others who are seeking to do the same.

This post is part of the Boots on the Ground Synchroblog.

Check out other posts in the Synchroblog:

Chris Morton - Synchroblog: The Day It Felt Like Church

Sarah Drinka - (re)defining Church

Robert Anthony Martin - Laundry

Tíler Mícheál Ó Maoltuile - The Day It Felt Like Church

Ty Grigg - The Day It Felt Like Church was the Day we Lamented