My church is not perfect. Not even close. There are people with agendas, some of the music is not my favorite, there are people who genuinely dislike each other, and on and on I could go. So why am I there? I am there because my faith is not looking in that direction. If I’m looking at the human side of the church, I shouldn’t be surprised that it isn’t perfect. It can’t be. My faith is looking heavenward, and in that, all the rest can be made perfect. There will always be people who don’t act very Christian in the midst of every church. In fact, there will be times when that person is me and you. Guaranteed. There will also be grace, forgiveness, healing, wonder, and miracles. Every day. When we’re looking in the wrong direction, we miss that part. Within that community, we have the chance to not only see the wonders that God does in our lives, but to be inspired and encouraged by what He does in others’ lives. We miss the chance to be the hands and the feet that bring healing and grace to someone else. We miss the moments of miracle that we think are so rare, but are really happening in abundance. That’s what I’m going for.