Church Is the Body of Christ
A few short weeks ago, I said, “I do” to the love of my life and in that moment, my whole world changed... Dramatically. Not only would I become a wife and step-mom in a single breath, but marriage also meant moving from my home in Houston to our new home together in San Antonio.
Let me start by saying I’ve never been happier in my entire life. God is so good and I feel like the most blessed woman in the entire world. Therefore, I was unprepared for the torrent of tears that flowed down my cheeks as we followed the moving van the 186 miles that separates these two great Texas cities. Tears? Sure, I was beyond ecstatic about my new life, but saying goodbye to familiarity and friends and leaving my home church proved more difficult than I ever imagined.
My church home in Houston is where I first heard the Gospel and learned of God’s amazing grace. It was there that I fell in love with Jesus and began to devour His Word. That community of believers taught me to walk in God’s truth and my pastors were the ones who called me to step out into ministry service. Frankly, I don’t know life in Houston apart from my church home.
We finished packing my house just as the first raindrops began to fall. And as we pulled out of my old driveway the heavens opened up. Eyes blurred with tears and the windshield taking a beating from the downpour, it was impossible to see the road ahead. In beautiful irony, the scene perfectly captured what my heart felt in the moment: I couldn’t see the road before me. Driving into the unknown, I was afraid, afraid I wouldn’t find community, that I would never be part of a church that I loved again. that I had given up an amazing opportunity to serve God using the gifts He’d given me. As the fears grew louder and louder, Jesus whispered in the midst of my storm, “I am there.”
I know His voice, and in three simple words Jesus spoke a word of comfort to my heart. Reminding me that “the church”, in any city, in any country is simply His Body. What I loved and would miss about my home church in Houston I would find in San Antonio, because the church is Christ… His hands… His Feet… His heart.
Sure, His church will look different in different cities and cultures, but the heart is the same. What I long for is Jesus… and He reminded me that wherever two or more are gathered, He is there—Matthew 18:20.
As Justin drove my SUV packed with everything the U-Haul couldn’t hold, we prayed. Hands held and hearts opened, we asked God to lead us to a new church home…a community where we could worship and serve Him… together.
So it seems, the answer to our question “Why Church” is simple; because the Church is the body of Christ. If we are to be part of His plan, purpose and means for bringing light into a dark world… we must be part of that community, His bride, His body, His church
Just as a body, though one, has many parts, but all its many parts form one body, so it is with Christ. For we were all baptized by one Spirit so as to form one body—whether Jews or Gentiles, slave or free—and we were all given the one Spirit to drink. Even so the body is not made up of one part but of many... Now you are the body of Christ, and each one of you is a part of it—1 Corinthians 12:12-14.
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