03/20/2026
Throughout my life, I’ve experienced seasons when my relationship with the church was strong and joyful, and others when it was decidedly not. Bad experiences left a bitter taste in my mouth. I’m sure many of you have had a similar experience.
When that happens, it's far too easy to drift away. Or walk away. Or stomp off in anger, swearing never to come back.
I did that, too. For a few years.
But about fifteen years ago, God began to open my eyes to see how much I need my brothers and sisters in Christ. I need a pastor. In fact, I desperately need the life of a local congregation.
Christianity is not a privatized “me and Jesus” kind of faith, comprised of solitary believers who fly solo spiritually.
How does Paul describe the church in 1 Corinthians 12? As a body.
Just as my ear does not exist apart from the rest of my body, nor does my hand live independently from my chest or neck, so Christians are not meant to live apart from their connection to other Christians.
Our life of faith is inextricably bound up with the life of the church, and the life of the church is inextricably bound up with Christ himself.
That does not mean church life will always be easy and joyful. That should go without saying. The church is comprised of sinners; every pastor is a sinner, too. So, of course, there will be problems and challenges, disagreements and difficulties, some quite painful.
Welcome to life in a fallen world.
But we still need each other. In fact, for that very reason, we need each other. We need to confess to one another, forgive one another, and bear each other’s burdens.
We need to be baptized, hear the Word of God, sing hymns of praise, celebrate the Lord’s Supper, and share in all the gifts God gives through the life of the church.
So, “let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good works, not neglecting to meet together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another, and all the more as you see the Day drawing near” (Heb. 10:24-25).