“I don’t want the city to come into my Church and I don’t want my Church to come into the city,“ wrote a woman to her pastor…
I want to keep them separate — completely separate — so that once a week on Sunday morning I can walk away from the people out there and walk into the Church building which is a world all by itself, untarnished by the sadness and cruelty of the world outside. I long for this. I wait for this all week. It’s like heaven to escape out of the world into the refreshing cool of the large building with its choir and its colors and its familiarity. I know heaven will be like this — alone in a Church congregation, singing, with beautiful flowers on the altar and God instructing us on how to live completely and serenely for another week.
Some of us, I suppose, can identify in some way with this obviously, well-intentioned letter. But it is…
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