"You're gonna' feel nasty when you get home from church anyways."

Ouch, right? Wrong.

Strange enough, I felt good after catching myself saying this to my wife earlier this morning. What would normally be a telling indictment against the way our churches in America often leave us reeling from guilt on Sunday's is actually nothing of the sort.

The nastiness and filth we feel after church on Sunday afternoons actually takes the shape of dirt, pigeon poop, car exhaust, and cigarette smoke. Though we often smell dirty when we get home from church on Sunday's, its much more welcome than feeling that there is a perpetual dirtiness all about us that is without hope for cleansing.

May we not hide from our need to be convicted of the sin in our lives as God continues to show us kingdom work at Church Under the Bridge. And let us strive to not only tolerate, but embrace the grit and smoke that comes with the territory.




Above and below: We had a health fair and church today, complete with free blood pressure and cholesterol readings, eye check-ups, pharaceutical advice, hygeine kits, and yes, free hair cuts! Faith wouldn't let me get mine cut. :(