Monday was a rainy day in the Metro Atlanta area. I had been running around town taking care of some errands as I had been out of town all the previous week. I was exhausted. I was wet. I was ready to be home with my wife. Traffic was horrible as I was approaching I-75 on I-285 around 5:30.
As I approached the Cobb Cloverleaf, I looked up and saw an image similar to the one you see above. I saw a beautiful image of sun breaking its way through some clouds. It was my glimmer of sunshine. It was my glimmer of hope for an otherwise rough day. I felt as if God put that little ray of sunshine right there for me.
This beautiful display struck me on a deep level and it got me thinking. I have a tendency to be very critical of the church at large. When I look at the big steeples, I see a bleak future. I see a lot of rainy days.
But, I see glimmers of hope too. A week ago, I was with a 135 other church planters who are approaching ministry in new and unique ways. I am headed towards affiliation with the Disciples of Christ, a denomination that I believe is truly on the forefront of doing church in exciting ways. I have friends who are interested in community transformation, rather than preserving the physical institution of church.
I am excited to be a part of this missional church movement. I am excited to be planting this church with my wife.
I am truthfully exhausted. It’s a rainy day. The future looks bleak, to those folks who are dedicated to the big steeples. But I have a glimmer of hope. The missional church is going to save the church at large. If anything will, missional churches are going to save Christianity from obscurity.
I am thankful. I am hopeful. I have glimmers of hope. I have dreams.