A place of writing and reflection…
With the darkness of the cross and the dawning of the resurrection, came a new life. For some, a new religious group. For others a new group of heretics. “Little Christs” they were dubbed as almost two thousand years ago. Over the centuries this group was thought to be soon wiped out—their beliefs a mere memory upon what we call history.
Yet they remain. Today we are called Christians still. “Little Christs” stumbling over their own two feet throughout the years trying to follow the example of the One who started it all—Jesus Christ.
Sadly, throughout the years, much of this original image has been lost. The original outline of what it meant to live a “Christian life” has been lost in bits and pieces by blind followers and hypocrites alike. Still there remains a few who cling to authentic faith in the midst of the madness.
It’s time the church realizes how far off this pattern it has gone—each part precious, each part with a purpose, and each part stamped with the mark of God. Alone we fail and flounder. We stumble again and again in the dark.
But together, as a body, the church as done miraculous things. Not of it’s own accord or of that of the people of which the church is composed, but because it was guided by godly hands with a sincere dedication of faith and repentant hearts. The fallen become the lifted. The hurt get healing. The outsider finds a home. And the saved grow together.
We must never forget this. “The saved grow together.” “Alone we fail and flounder.”
Hillsong’s The Scarlet Thread is a reminder of the Church’s purpose. Let us not forget it.