I’m headed back for more as soon as I hit “publish” on this article.
I’ve spent so much time in the place over the last year that I’m on a first name basis with much of the staff.
In some ways I like that, because it makes me feel like a person, instead of a number or an illness.
While I was waiting to be ushered back to all the machinery that would look inside me, I thought about the people waiting with me.
We all had something in common…we were all sick and looking for health and hope.
The waiting room leveled out all the class and economic distinction between us…we were all placing our faith in the ones we were waiting to see.
The best thing about the waiting room was that it was safe to be sick.
You didn’t have to make any excuses…if you were there, you were expected to be sick.
The objective was to make you well, not critique your health.
All of which brings me to where it always does…the church.
Wouldn’t it be great if the church really was a “hospital for sinners?”.
Wouldn’t it be great if we were known for who we are instead of for our sin?
Wouldn’t it be great if the ground really was level at the foot of the cross?
Wouldn’t it be great if it was safe to be “sick?”
What if our sole objective in the church was to get sinners “well”?
What if our faith was completely on the One we are waiting to see?
The other thing we all had in common was that at some point we had to admit that we were sick…
Someday the staff will be sitting in the same chairs we are…
I know and confess that I’m sick and can’t cure myself.
You’re sick too.
I’ll be in the hospital for a while today and in church on Sunday.
I’ll walk out of one them healed.
Make your own application…