Dear Church,
I’ve missed you.
Not your programs or your events. Not your words or videos or music or your building.
Just you.
As I look back through my history, memories flood my mind of how you took me in, cared for me in tough times & challenged me . I remember strolls along the beach and conversations in the hallway. I remember walking alongside of you as I reluctantly served elderly folks in New York. I remember helping you reroof homes in Kentucky that had been destroyed by a flood. I remember the constant reminder to engage Jesus.
I miss you. I know we see each other often, but it just hasn’t been the same. It’s not entirely (or even mostly) your fault. It’s mine. I find myself searching for you and realizing that it has been me keeping you at arms length. I’m critical of your faults and yet I am the one who created them.
I apologize and hope we can strive through this.
With all sincerity,
Adam Lehman
I like this thought.
You’re like a chick talking about how you miss hugs from the guy that used to beat the shit out of you. The church is a business, at best.