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Inclusion and Organic is the only way to go!


I've always thought that a church should be functional and full of children, family and activities.  

A hospital for the wounded, broken and abused. 
A place of belonging for the outcast, rejected and abandoned.
A safe place to practice relationships.
A welcoming and accepting place.
A field to build skills and learn new ways of thinking and being.


The world should not think that they invented inclusion.  That model was created by God.  He has been there and done that!  

God is not the God of love and faith just for the world but rather the God of love and faith for the individual.  Sending His only son to seek, save and restore the lost.  He longs for every heart and every person to know His love and His presence.

His is an organic movement.  Fully inclusive.  Fully divine.  

So if you want us to exclude those children who might run or fall or break things then you just go talk to God about that.  If you want to judge my "kids" (in the broad meaning) who come to youth group clueless about all of your churchy high expectations then go talk to God.

If my high needs kids are not accepted by you but are by MY God then I really don't care what you think.

If you think that perfect walls and floors and pews are what God has in mind in regard to our service to Him while hurting, lonely and the lost are where He would be walking ...then go take it up with Him.

AS FOR ME AND MY HOUSE...We will serve the Lord.  We will serve Him as we serve the broken, the crazy, the clueless and the needy.  We will serve Him as we exhaust ourselves night after night after night reaching the youth that no one wants.  We will serve HIM as we pick up and drive and clean up over and over again.

AS FOR ME AND MY HOUSE...EVERY child I have the privilege and honor of meeting and being with Will be loved.  I will love organically and with all the love and acceptance that God has shown to me.

Inclusion?  That is what God is all about.  He wants to reach each and every child so that they will be welcomed to His big and glorious heavenly feast!
 

Want to judge?  Or offer helpful opinions?  Then step up.  Man up and get to work!
 

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