Emphasis Preaching Journal
I am a church...
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I am a church person. I have been a church person all my life. My earliest memories are of the church nursery, my mother's Sunday school classroom, and the flower-decked chancel on Easter morning. Still, the church, through the years, has left me with bad memories as well as good: memories of power struggles, thoughtless words that hurt, failures of conscience. Why, then, am I still a church person? Why haven't I given up, shaken the dust from my feet while muttering, “Hypocrites!”?
