“Faith must be tested, because it can only become your intimate possession through conflict.”~ Oswald Chambers
I should be asleep by now, but sadness won’t let me relax. I’ve known disappointment before, so I ask myself why so surprised by such an outcome. Given time and opportunity, people let you down, and at no time is it more painful than when it happens in church. Fellow church members are those that share a common name and supposedly embrace a shared purpose. Unfortunately, shared missions are easily trumped by private agendas, and if not vigilant, my heart easily crusts over in the wake of such jockeying for power.
Fortunately for me, I was able to limp away from the battlefield right into the sanctuary of my small group. This band of brothers and sisters knows no control, only cooperation; no power agendas, only acceptance. I can breathe here. I find myself in the eyes of those who better see what God is doing in me than I am able to detect on my own. In place of anger and hostility, there is love and koininia. No one receives any pay. No vote is ever taken. No committee structure dominates the scene. We worship, study Scripture, pray for one another, identify any need we’re aware of that we may address, and then take action to do just that. Grace flourishes in our small group, and I thank God for the mercy and love I find in relationship with these precious friends.