Many years ago, in my Abilene days, I heard Rick Atchley tell a story about a Vacation Bible School, where the preacher's wife was teaching third graders.
It was Wednesday, midway through the Bible School, when into class came a little boy, who hadn't visited yet. The boy’s name was Davey.
Davey only had one arm. This made the teacher nervous because kids can be cruel, and she was afraid that somebody would do something or say something that would make him feel awkward.
Nevertheless, everything went fine. They got all the way to the end of class, when the bell rang. The teacher did what she did every day at VBS; she said, "Okay, children, let's make our churches." Then she said, "Here is the church, here is the steeple, open the doors..."
She got to that point, when right there in front of her eyes, the horror of what she had done hit her. She had asked the children to do the one thing the boy couldn't do. So the teacher simply stopped.
Without even a nervous pause, a little girl moved her desk next over to the little boy’s desk. She took his hand into her hand, and she said, "Davey, let's make the church together.”
Isn’t the church like that? Flawed members pool their resources together to offer God and the world a church that is whole.
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