I want to read a church advertisement some day that goes like this:
Come worship with us. We don’t sing too well. We might not reach out to you too well the first day you show up. Or we might barrage you with guest cards and hover over you like vultures on fresh meat. The sermon can drag on some Sundays. And some days you just are going to wonder if the pastor has any idea what he is trying to say. Some of us are hypocrites. Some of us are mean. A few of us are co-dependent and just looking for someone to latch on to. But here is the good news. You aren’t coming here to worship the church. We worship Jesus. We’re a mess. If you are a mess, too, come join us. Worship starts at 11 a.m. If the pastor does not shut up by noon, we let him know about it.
Okay, I would not likely respond to that ad, either. But wouldn’t be nice if we were free of the illusion that the church should be perfect when it is made up of sinners who are still going on to perfection.