“We sure look like a hopeless lot, don’t we? A bungling bunch of believers. It’s only through grace we’ve made it two thousand years. Heresy threatening us from inside the walls, persecution from outside. Compromise with powers and principalities. Damaging our witness. Diluting our influence. And still we venture on, this disheveled bride, this disabled body, this unruly flock. Christ hasn’t given up on us yet.”
