Dear Church,
I write to you because I’m searching. I’m searching for something that I’m not sure can be found. I’m not sure what it looks like, what it feels like, or where to find it. I know it’s missing, and I need your help.
I know there has to be more. There has to be more to my life than what I know. Than what I have. Than who I am.
This just isn’t enough. There’s something missing.
And so, I’m coming in your doors. Please point me in the right direction. Please point me to the missing. I don’t really care how you do it, what it looks like, or how much it costs. All I care is that I find it.
You’re my last hope. You see, I’ve been everywhere else. I’ve visited all your “competitors”. The mall down the street took more from me than it gave. The bar across town left me emptier than ever. The mortgage company didn’t deliver on their promise of finding me a comfortable “home”. My family even tends to fail my expectations.
So please, show me what I’m looking for. Make it easy to find. Make it clear to find… I have too much on my mind already.
I just want the answer.
I just want what’s missing.
See you Sunday,
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