Punctured Roof
I was so broken and longing for something transcendent, for something higher than anything this world has to offer, that I decided to go to church. I didnt even change my clothes. I jumped up and ran out the door.
I arrived late and found my way to the only seats still available, in the balcony.
It wasnt long before I realized how different everything was in this place. I immediately sensed the distinctiveness of God. In the music, in the message, and in the mingling afterward, it was clear that God, not I, was the guest of honor there. Having suffered the bankruptcy of our societys emphasis on self-fulfillment, I was remarkably refreshed to discover a place that focused on the centrality of God.
I didnt understand everything the preacher said that morning, and I didnt like all the [ … ]