The Building
"This is where I will build it," the tall, slender man said to the seller of the parcel. "Twenty five acres of God's beautiful creation. It's breathtaking. Don't you think?" "A chapel," the seller replied. "You said something about a chapel." "A barn, a stable, a place where Jesus will feel welcome." "Like a church?" "Not at all. The building I will construct on this land will be nothing like a church. It will not be labeled by denomination. It will be labeled by faith. That faith will be this, that you believe that he came as a child. He fulfilled ancient scripture. He walked among the people. He taught them about His father. He was nailed to a crude cross, because His father willed it. He was laid in a tomb with a boulder rolled in front of the entrance, and He rose on the third day. There will be no room for egos in this church. No dark corners where piousness can thrive." "But don...