In her book, The Secret Thoughts of an Unlikely Convert, Rosaria Butterfield comments on her family's church planting experience, "We were church planters and that is scrappy work." There could be no truer description of church planting. We jot notes and names on scraps of paper and sort through emails and texts from people who are interested in being apart of this plant. Weekly, I meet with different people, opening my ears and heart to the needs of the community, I share conversations with various others who are in need of the Gospel, and all of this feels scrappy and pieced together.
These are the fingerprints of a church planter. And somehow, through the scraps - God is working to weave together a beautiful tapestry. Something so beautiful, in fact, that though our eyes can't see it now, the lens of faith tells us we can risk it all for the sake of this glory - and He will get a name for himself.
The reality is, whether our church has been around for decades or still has the pink, wrinkled skin of a newborn, they still share the common bond of bringing together broken people beneath the cross of Jesus Christ. That, my friends, is scrappy work.
Soli Deo Gloria,