We are the Church. We are wash white clean by the blood of Jesus and called to walk together as community. Together we are beautiful. Together we are the body of Christ, He makes us whole and clean. But we will fade and we will fail each other as well as God. But Jesus knew that when He choose us. Being the church isn't about us, it's about the One Who makes us white as snow and as beautiful as a spring time flower.
I know this may seem a simply walk way but I remember many conversations with pastors or friends of all ages. This is were being the church was first real to me.
this is my favorite picture.
"On Christ the solid Rock I stand..." like the saints who have gone before.
The room that has those stain glass windows is the parlor. It's a beautiful room. My sisters and I called it "the holy of holy's" of First Pres because it was rarely used and we were taught to be careful in it. But unlike this pretend "holy of holy's" the cross that we are reminded of in the dogwood is for everyone who will come and believe and be set free by empty tomb.
