I looked into the clouds today; I was looking for Jesus.
I know all of the right words, all of the encouraging things to say, Jesus lives in me, but today, I was looking for Jesus. Not the shrink-wrapped Jesus packaged in human intellect. Not the Jesus of theological debate and doctrinal stance. I was looking for the Jesus that will return for all to see, fully in His power and might. With the power that shall stop the mouths of men as for the faith they contentiously contend.
I am weary of steeples, of pulpits, and polyester. I can't bear meetings, seminars, and pie socials. Christian duty and pretense and denominational loyalty are but poor substitutes for fellowship around Jesus. Jesus is outside knocking but He can't come in. I long to be gathered with two or more in His Name and be honored by His presence.
I didn't go to church today, I couldn't bear it. It isn't just them, it is also me. I've mouthed the right words for so long, that I'm no longer sure if they are real in me. This isn't crisis of faith, I know Jesus is holding me;but am I who I say I am? Are the words I speak reality?
I looked into the clouds today; I was looking for Jesus.
I say, Let there be a Lamb without blemish sacrificed for the atonement of sin, and so it is; even let the Lamb be My Son, a cleansing of all men. Sing hallelujah! ~ God [Letters from God and His Christ - Volume Volume 4 - To the Church Who Is in the Midst Of and Sits Upon the Seven Hills]