The Most Beautiful Church I’ve Ever Been In

It’s been at least eight years since I was there for a two day conference. I doubt I could easily find my way back and if I’m completely honest with you, right now I can’t even remember the name.   Sorry.

I could spend some time researching— maybe Google it and come close but it’s not going to make this memory any more solid. Unless you want to visit …or have a church like this one, then I guess you’d need to know. Maybe it will just be enough for me to tell you about my experience of the most beautiful church I’ve ever been in. Because honestly, this church could be anywhere.  It could be.

The most beautiful church

So…actually…we got lost looking for this place. The GPS took us into a neighborhood where the streets got narrow, skinny and tight until….. BAM!  We found ourselves at a dead end where the road probably once continued on, but now there was a high fence and a guard rail keeping us from driving into the 10-lanes of interstate highway just beyond.

Backtracking, eventually we found it— our little host church in the big city tucked waaay inside an older neighborhood on the other side of that highway, just behind a rather sketchy looking shopping plaza.

The parking lot was rough and pocked with holes. Though the grounds were spotless, the landscaping was nothing to shout about– some scrappy looking bushes here and there, not much more. The building itself was rather plain; just a standard white, wood frame church with a bit of a steeple poking out the top.  I think there were some benches out front.

This church was hosting us for an event with about 60 or more students studying the fine art of Christian speech and debate. The people were gracious and accommodating, pleasant and very glad to have this group of future Christian leaders and speakers in their midst.  They were so encouraging.

The interior of the church was mostly forgettable. No really– I forget. I recall only that it was plainly furnished and happily worn from use. Nothing notable about the carpet and pews, the fellowship hall and speaking rooms were all rather standard and functional. Comfortable without being too over the top.  It was nice.

Based on these observations, as you can imagine, there was nothing about this place that said “success” according to the world’s standards. Nothing flashy and yet, I can recall most of these details so many years later because where these things were so plain and understated, there was one great thing that impressed me so profoundly,  that I really stopped to take in and notice the true richness of my surroundings in the course of those two days.

Painted on one wall just outside the sanctuary, there was a mural-sized world map and while I can’t remember the exact words below, I do recall it had something to do with the mission of the church. As in, THE mission of THE church as well as that one there. All by itself, that was something to behold and it surely could start you to thinking down the mental path of missions as you entered and exited the sanctuary each week.

That’s a nice thing to think about. However this congregation was obviously good at more than simply thinking about missions.

Here’s where it got truly extraordinary for me. Down every hall, on every side from the entryway and on around every corner, each wall was LINED EDGE TO EDGE  with a picture of a missionary individual or family this church personally supported. I mean the walls were full. Beneath the framed picture was a smaller frame with information telling about the place and people they served, when they began serving and how long and their prayer requests.  Every one of them was being actively supported by this church.

Maybe I’m just a bit sheltered but  I’d never seen anything like this before.

During the breaks I walked down the halls, looking at the pictures and reading the information, truly stunned as it dawned on me what I was a witnessing.

This rinky-dink, nondescript little church tucked back in the middle of downtown nowhere was reaching into nearly every country and continent on the planet one prayer at a time. One offering at a time.

My heart was just bursting with— gee, I don’t know… happiness?

It was a gift to be there— a challenge to behold and truly, this was the most beautiful church I have ever been in.  No doubt about it.

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Right now, it’s a bit of a personal issue for me remembering this scenario because recently a major missionary organization struggling to balance it’s worldwide budget is offering early retirement to their older missionaries. You know really OLD… 50.  For reasons I can’t fully explain my heart is so troubled by this news.

It makes me sad.
This is just the first step to downsizing their force.

One of the folks within this agency wrote, wondering aloudwhat if they just said no? Or better yet, what if every church in the convention gave $420 per month– the amount that’s been calculated for what’s needed to bring the budget out of it’s tailspin.

$420 per church, per month. It doesn’t seem like a whole lot.

You know,  a flood of refugees from Syria is currently pouring into regions that already have a viable Gospel witness established within. Refugees whom God has sent there to taste, see, hear and FEEL the love and Good News of salvation.

The majority of these refugees come from regions within the “10/40 window” where Gospel work is not only difficult…it’s downright dangerous. So God has opened the floodgates leading them to other countries where the work of loving and reaching them can be more fruitful in the long term– after the initial crisis is over and where the daily work will continue long after the news headlines disappear.  This passage from the Book of Isaiah 14:24-27 is rather exciting when you consider these circumstances in this light.

  As long as there are still folks there to do it…. and Satan would love to shut that down or delay it if he can.

Maybe it’s just me. Maybe I’m an idealistic dreamer to imagine that we in our churches who know true freedom and prosperity in God could afford to dig a little deeper… live a little more sacrificially, spending less on ourselves and our surroundings and instead have a hand in this work being done all over the world…to somehow be a part of keeping that “$420 Door” propped open by committing  to the support of the missions taking place here and abroad.

What would it be like… to have the privilege of being members of a church like that?

Personally….I think it would be beautiful.

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6 thoughts on “The Most Beautiful Church I’ve Ever Been In

  1. Such a beautiful image of the true purpose of the Church. We’ve gotten so wrapped up in buildings and programs that we are missing the real call.

  2. Hey, Miss Loretty,
    I’ve been away from blogging, reading blogs, and all things of that sort for about six months. I itch to blog again, but I’ve put it off. I’m doing other things with my writing and serving right now and that’s where God has me. When I got on FB today to check out what was going on in a home educating group of ours, I saw this little blip that said, “Lorretta … posted in such-and-such blogging group.” I thought, “Oh, I can always use a shot in the arm from Loretta.” Yep. Got one. Thanks for this. What is meaningful? What are we here for anyway? These are thoughts I’ve been juggling lately. I’ve been going between ministries of healing and ministries of sacrifice – aren’t they both essential? I’ve been thinking about how we lose so many opportunities to just be reflecting His light and love these days as a collective. It’s not the era in our country where we get to just hand out a track and someone comes rushing into the arms of Jesus. We’re in a different era. That doesn’t mean we need to stop shining or sharing or going or loving. We just need to know how to go and how to still send and give and pray. I’m so grateful for your post (as always). Keep preachin’ it.
    ~ Patty

    1. Patty… I’ve missed you as well. And last night, I was so discouraged– heartsick thinking that really, there’s no way to wake people up and make a difference. Even my friend, a career missionary who’s facing making the decision between staying or going, she feels like it’s too late. They are all so discouraged. Now is the time for the church to act… and this little blog and these words feel so small and ineffective towards doing that. But I know God is bigger and this morning, your comment shows me that people do care and are listening. Now…let’s get busy! Love ya!

      1. Lorretta,
        As I read your response here, I thought of Elijah just before Elisha was sent to him. He cried out that he was the only faithful one and he was discouraged, weary … even depressed. God first filled Elijah by providing him sleep (rest) and nourishment. Elijah had been battling the enemy, and God often calls us who have poured out to come away and be filled. Then, from seemingly nowhere, God sends a successor in Elisha and then reveals what He knew all along – there are 7000 faithful – Elijah isn’t alone. We sometimes get off kilter when carrying the passion and mission the Lord has laid upon us. We start to feel like Elijah and we forget the God who was silent towards His people for 400 years (He sometimes waits to bring results because His timing is perfect) and Who took on flesh and died for us (salvation belongs to Him) and created all the expanding universe and the microscopic details of life is ABLE – more than able – to turn even rocks into sons of Abraham which will rise up to worship Him. We must fix our eyes on Him – the author and perfector of Faith – and then be faithful to walk in the works He has for us. It isn’t for us to know when or how that faithful walking will bear fruit. We must just do and say what He leads us to do and say and then rest in His goodness and omnipotence. Beyond that, if the foot of our body is asleep, we must do what we can to gently tap it awake. We can not tell what it will take, but persistent tapping wakes a sleeping foot every time. So, keep tapping because it is right and you are called to it. Love you and your passionate heart of action.

        1. Ha Patty, thank you. As I read this response to my response to your response I realize that maybe you ARE ready to get back to writing/blogging! And maybe this is the place God is directing you to pour from. Bless you for all your encouragements!

          1. Thanks, Loretta!
            I’ve been writing, but not blogging, and I do miss it – with a tug. I appreciate your encouraging confirmation. You have been a kindred since I first found your post on the temple prostitute. Last reply here, I promise

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