There are a lot of different Christians; many of which have their own flavor. Their tradition stems from a conflict, or a movement, or a conviction of belief. And so there is a something that has caused them to meet and to organize and to grow.
Sometimes I look at a particular concentration, or flavor, of other churches and wish I had that kind of influence. I wish I had the thirst for the Spirit like charismatics, the reverence of Catholics, the seriousness of the Reformed, and the freedom of Non-Denom’s.
But the church I serve also has it’s flavor, if it’s not heretical to say such a thing. I think we are a people of grace. The thought occurred to me recently, forcing a smile that I hadn’t expected (the frame of mind was what we were not doing that others were).
Grace…yeah, that’s good. That’s God. I think I can do that. I think I can own that.
But…I’m still going to seek wisdom and influence from my sisters and brothers. I guess it just seems like a very grace-filled thing to do.