As Christians we are all aware of the fact that this Sunday is Easter. Churches are prepping the overflow rooms and getting all the extra chairs they can because each sanctuary will be packed with casual American Christians. Getting their fix of church between Christmas seasons, tons of people will gather to celebrate the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. But for so many of us it stops there. How can a significant portion of the American population gather to worship a homeless man on Sunday, yet ignore the needs of one on Monday? It has pained me so much to watch close friends and immediate family walk away from the church for this very reason. We sit comfortably in our pews, while a lost, broken, and dying world is right on the other side of our church walls. I judge my day on whether or not I had a good quiet time, and if I "felt" God today in my life. What a self absorbed walk of faith? I read all the latest, trendy christians authors, and I listen to all the popular podcasts, but I rarely pray for God to show me the least of these. The beauty of Christianity is not found in the massive crowds or compelling messages, rather it is displayed in the intimacy of those actions that extend far beyond the pillars of the church. The gospel comes alive when the lion lays down with the lamb, when we beat our swords into plow shares. Life and life to the full cannot be seen on Sunday morning. But it is experienced when we become to hands and feet of Christ. I pray that this Easter we will look at the cross, consider the empty tomb, and be driven to action that resounds throughout eternity.
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