Do You Dream In Color?

“You are all sons of God through faith in Christ Jesus, for all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ. There is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus. If you belong to Christ, then you are Abraham’s seed, and heirs according to the promise.” (Galatians 3:26–29, NIV 1984). 

My Musings – Post-COVID, the church that my mom and dad (until his passing in 2016) had attended since 1959 folded.  The victim of a graying flock that had been gradually been passing into eternity, with not enough young blood filling the pews or paying the bills.  This is the same church where I and my two brothers accepted Christ’s gift of eternal life.   Presumably a sad end to a church that had faithfully proclaimed the Gospel, and a heartbreak for my 87 year old mom.

But God provided a remnant, with the the building leased (with an intent to buy) to a congregation of another color (not gray).  Part of our community that needed a new place to gather and worship.  This past Sunday, my mom visited this fellowship of believers and was warmly and enthusiastically welcomed with open arms.  The only white person in the congregation.  She was even asked to share her history with the “building.” A history spanning more years than the Pastor has lived.

My mom now attends church with me, a few more miles down busy roads.  At 87, she restricts her driving to daylight hours and clear weather. She asked this congregation if there were times this winter, when the weather was borderline, if she could visit and save a few miles of possibly treacherous roads.  As you might suspect, the answer was an unreserved yes, with even an offer to come and pick her up.  This my friends is what the bride of Christ should be.

Lyrics to a song of my youth went like this:

Jesus loves the little children
All the children of the world
Red and yellow,
Black and white
They are precious in His sight.
Jesus loves the little children
Of the world.

Isn’t is sad that a song sung so enthusiastically as small children is so easily ignored by so many as they live out their adult lives?

My Musings – If your church is not like this church of color, it needs to be.  Let’s yearn for the day when there is neither “Jew nor Greek,” black nor white, Catholic, Baptist nor Presbyterian, et al.  For if we, as the body of Christ, cannot come together, how can we expect the world to?