This was the body of Christ, the hands and feet of Jesus himself. It was the church organizing itself to do its work in the world, not three or four guys sitting around sipping latte and talking about global warming and the theological implications of Lost.
In ancient Israel mourners displayed their grief by smiting their chests and tearing their clothes. For seven days, at least, they wouldn’t dress themselves, make their bed, take a bath, or do any work at all. I understand that. Today we mourn the loss of a young man in our church. And no one feels… Continue reading a web of grief