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Spiritual Underground Railroad

The term underground fascinates me.  It can be defined as subculture or counterculture of a larger culture.  It was used to describe the Underground Railroad which was a loosely knit system of moving people out of slavery and to freedom.  It was not a building or an established system but rather a movement of people.  

I've been thinking a lot about the subculture of Christianity in America and if I do say so myself-it bugs me.  It seems as if we are more worried about the building, the structure, the rules and regs and the rote memorization of all the above to be really involved in people's lives and in moving with them from slavery and captivity to hope and freedom.

The subculture of the church in America as a whole tends to have denominations and buildings and hierarchy and rules and who is in and who is out and current trends and fads.  Whereas the church that God describes and promotes is individual people, individual groups and individual and dynamic relationships with Him.  A group of people engaged in moving out of slavery and in to freedom.  Out of spiritual, emotional and relational poverty and into the blessings and richness of Him.  Out of the bondage of thinking only of ourselves in our hedonistic, materialistic and pluralistic culture to one that focuses on Christ and His people and our neighbors.  

I want to be part of a spiritual underground railroad.  One that is running counterculture to ours.  One that is fully in engaged one person at a time and moving with them from slavery and misery to freedom.  Not a physical movement but a spiritual and one living and ongoing.

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