Here’s what he writes in part:
I am black and American and have to
remind myself that God is the God of all flesh. “God so loved the world”. I was
born and raised in a Seventh-day Adventist pastor’s home. Social scientists
would have called us “black puritans.” Our neighbors called us “those people who keep
Saturday for Sunday and they don’t eat pork and don’t go to the movies.”
Admittedly, we were somewhat Pharisaical, paying tithe on garden herbs and in
some instances neglecting the weightier matters of law and grace. This is an
observant criticism, not an indictment. I love these people, my family and my
church. In fact I have had a lifelong romance with the Seventh-day Adventist
movement-its folklore, idiosyncrasies, jargon, speech patterns, and all. Right
or wrong, my church. I am a “company man.” And though my early childhood was in
a sheltered situation, we were not hermetically sealed. Some things about my
church have been perplexing, but I was never shaken. Was it some seed planted
in family worship or Sabbath School? The main issue was solved; God’s church,
His family, is a work in progress, “enfeebled and defective though it may be.”
Charles Bradford quotes Matthew 18:20 “For where two or
three gather in my name, there am I
with them.” He brings out that the local
church groups of two or three or more is where
Jesus is more palpably experienced than in any other setting. He says it is time to think of church as community the place where Jesus is in residence.
I was blessed by reading this book and encourage you to read
it too. As a start, you can click here
to read the first chapter on line.Jesus is more palpably experienced than in any other setting. He says it is time to think of church as community the place where Jesus is in residence.
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