Sunday, January 18, 2004
Another Sunday morning, and I'm sitting at home, quietly. The whole concept of a church planter who doesn't "go to church" still weirds me out sometimes, but I'm o.k. with it. This stuff is hard, though. It's hard because I'm facing my own inadequacies, other peoples' questions about why I'm doing this, and the clear lack of evidence that this was a very good idea at all. The other night I heard the life of a church planter described like this: "In the beginning, the church consists of one guy walking around his house in his underwear with a bunch of ideas." It's a funny thought, and while I'm not given to walking around in my underwear (God forbid I should walk anywhere near a mirror and see myself), I certainly can identify. I'm beginning to wonder how long this phase lasts . . . and how long it'll be before I give in to the thought that maybe this
was a bad idea. I realize that this post sounds terribly depressive and like it's coming from a gloomy place - I don't think it does, though. I'm just having a moment of attempted objectivity.
