We’re in a season of not deconstructing our faith but deconstructing “church.”

And by no means do I mean Christ’s Church of the Scriptures.

I mean the act of plastering a particular worldview on what’s good and holy, a manmade derivative of the actual thing, whereas the thing itself is much bigger.

Much better.

I liken it to the Pharisees, distilling down God’s law and then multiplying it by a hundred-fold until the mere thought of being human becomes quite an impossibility.

Are we doing that now?

I believe in structure wholeheartedly (as does our God, who turned chaos into the boundaries of this world).

But if we don’t let one another flow in the Spirit, becoming the knee, eye, ear, hand, foot, God always intended us to be, then how are we not working against our God?

In my prayers and understanding and taking time to sit and discern, I think it’s all much simpler and, at the same time, much more profound.

We can’t hold God in our hands. He holds us. But we can follow the sound of His voice, encouraging each other along the way.

We can open the door for one another instead of shutting out all we falsely believe just doesn’t measure up.