Tom with kids in Kuwait

Tom with kids in Kuwait
Tom with kids in Kuwait

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Why is life such a struggle?

The Family of Faith

Work seems all consuming

When I get a day off I just crash

Then it’s back to work again

Just try living without cash

The morning is consumed with children

Getting them ready and off to school

Then worrying that the phone doesn’t ring

About a bloody nose or broken rule

Of course we go to the games

We have to pull for our team

High school sports are life

In our small community

It’s overtime and report cards

More meetings and more work

And it seems my life is empty

I am about to go berserk

I said the words about Jesus

So I could have eternal life

But it seems that things remain unchanged

Days full of struggles and of strife

And then someone invites me

To come with them to church

I say that I’m too busy

To just leave my life in the lurch

I don’t expect tomorrow

To be any better than today

To give up something else for church

Is surely not my way

But to continue as I have been

Is to live as if I’m blind

For I know there is something better

If I will seek, perhaps I’ll find

There is a truth I must admit to

If I am to end this time of strife

This precious jewel of wisdom is

I can’t squeeze God into my life

Don’t judge or condemn me

For this simple fact is true

No matter what you say to others

The same is true for you

God will not be a second

Or third or fourth or fifth

God’s place is always first

All other thoughts are myth

No other gods before Me

We make none of wood and stone

But we carve them of idleness and busyness alike

And find ourselves alone

So far from our Redeemer

So close to life’s contempt

Living in separation

So much life already spent

But God has given us a family

It is one of those called out

So that we never face the world alone

It is an ear to hear whenever we may doubt

The church is that special body

Where nothing goes to waste

A Covenant Community

A family of faith

Where many gifts and talents

Are shared to produce good fruit

The Body of Christ lives fully

When the vine is our true root

The church is more than a place to gather

More than a place to sing and to repent

Those called out of this world are set apart

To be sanctified and resent

Into a world that dies of busyness

Of worry and no hope

That seeks so many other gods

Money, stuff, and dope

God must be at the center

Surrounded closely by the Body of Christ

And those called out call others in

For inclusion in real life

For the church is the true center

Of the community’s very life

When people have no time for it

They reenter one of strife

And wonder how they got there

From a place where things were good

Blind to their own departure

Feeling always misunderstood

The early church had no need

People gave of what they had

This body of believers stuck together

Not quitting when someone got mad

And there were no hungry among them

No one left to sleep upon the street

And no worry about tomorrow

For Christ did death defeat

And before there was a work day

And after the day was done

The family of faith did gather

For prayer and food as one

We cannot squeeze God into our day

Living as the church is no after thought

Following Christ is all in or all out

And we know what all out has wrought

The Ecclesia is called out of the world

To be holy and set apart

Yet so many cling to the things of this age

Instead of singing How Great Thou Art

Until God is set above all things

And the church is central to our life

God’s blessings will be elusive

We shack up with our sorrow and our strife

Change is often difficult

Human nature is to remain

With that which we know so well

Even amidst the hurt and pain

And I have tried time and time again

To make those bold first steps

Only to fall and hurt myself

And return to what I know best

And finally admit

That I cannot really change

Without the helping hand of God

While serving in his reign

It’s hard to accept a victory

That first began with surrender

But a life among God’s chosen

Is one with fear replaced by splendor

And one living among friends

Who truly love one another

Makes the church so central to our lives

A community like no other

The church building is a crossroads

Where the church itself does gather

In two’s and three’s at times

By the multitude is our rather

And a place where some just stop in

Or come to pray or talk

Knowing that belonging to each other

Is essential to our walk

With Jesus Christ and God’s own Spirit

Who lives in our heart and walks by our side

As the Father intended when He gave us his Son

That one day we would rejoice as his bride.

Many words have brought us to this final point

Take a Sabbath from this world of haste

And find a way each and every day

To gather as the Family of Faith.

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