I Could Only Imagine

Most of us who were raised Protestants recognize the huge gap between Jesus and our local Church.  It’s a spirtualized version of the YMCA. That’s one of the reasons there are 30,000 denominations.

Whether we recognize it or not, we are desperately seeking the same encounter that Andrew had with Jesus.  Pure with no alloys.   When the Apostle Paul said, “How beautiful are the feet” it was his way of saying,  “when you find someone who shares the Gospel with no mixed motives, its a beautiful thing.”

Imagine Jesus and the 12 apostles attend your church

God presides over the worship service.  The twelve apostles were all there along with a variety of different classes of angels. When Jesus and the twelve processed up the aisle, no one had any problem bowing.  Most fell prostrate.   When the pastor offered the grace of Jesus to the congregation, you could actually see it rest over the people.  Obviously, the Penitential Act was more than a ritual.  The author of our salvation brought wholeness. With the apostles listening, the deacon read the Gospel with a touch of fear and awe.  When it came time for the sermon, Isaiah’s words, “I will put my laws in their minds
and I will write them upon their hearts. I will be their God” came true in a most unusual way.  Words of knowledge and wisdom flowed from one person to another.  Until the entire congregation spontaneously prayed the Nicene Creed.

I sensed heaven coming down to earth as we prayed.   The prayers of the people were the prayers of all people in heaven and in earth.  As the pastor consecrated the bread and wine, I sensed the angels descend and ascend creating life giving food and drink.

As the service concluded, I thought to myself, ‘I wonder why I we used a bulletin?”

 

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