Red Brick Building
There once sat a red brick house in the parking lot of our church. It was torn down years ago. Progress, they say.
At one point, that building housed a precious family with a new preacher, young and eager, and his wife and four daughters. Then it welcomed teens from the congregation as a “teen” house. Laughter, love, and lessons kept the house happy and alive. Later the house became home to a newly formed recovery group led by a young man recovering himself. Tears were shed and lives were changed within the walls of that house.
Gone now. Brick and mortar, as strong as it is, does not last. That building was a house used for God, but God did not live in that house. God lived in the people who did life in that house. Do you get that? God’s house always was and continues to be in you and me. Brick houses will be destroyed. It is us, the “living stones” that are charged with keeping the word of God alive.
When I walk to my car on Sunday, I think about that red brick house. Most people at our church know nothing of it, but they know one of that preacher’s precious daughters. She’s now an elder’s wife. And one of those teens? He’s now a preacher. And that man who started a small recovery group? He’s now a national leader in Celebrate Recovery.
You’re not a red, brick building, you’re the living stone inside it, testifying who Jesus is to the world. Never forget that.
Have a great week! Hugs, 2 mama