Church in Minnesota

My writing is of my point of view of the three churches we have/are serving since moving to Minnesota.  Never have I found such difficulty in finding one church home in any other place we have lived.  Nor have I found myself constructing such words about any church in other states we have lived.  I entitled this “Church in Minnestoa” because I do believe these words to be exclusive to this area of the country.

Church in Minnesota

Three times is exhausting.

Third marriages don’t always seem worth committing to either.

If you see the same over and over, what’s the difference?

Just pick one.

 

Invite others to these country clubs?

To find salvation, grow, and be asked to leave or find a reason to walk out the door?

Why participate in this vicious cycle?

Stay home.

 

As I sit inside, I am surrounded by the culture of this land.

You can grasp it without a word said, nor eye contact made.

They come dressed in a suit of scales and bear the unforgivable cold climate within their beings with enormous pride.

Gossip and judgment is what they thirst for. 

It is what got them out of bed and an additional bonus of the church experience.

Soon you can see you are surrounded by pasty, white Pharisees.

Their pores excrete bleach that burns my fair skin. 

 

My words may be read, but never confronted.

I embrace their fear of me.

They should be scared of something.

Their words and actions are not hidden from He who matters most.

 

I long to be delivered, but my work is not done.

Lord, please deliver the handful I have found who refuse to put on the scales.

May my sentence come to an end soon. 

Three times is exhausting.