Searching for Sunday: Loving, Leaving, and Finding the Church

by Rachel Held Evans

This kingdom has arrived, not with a trumpet’s sound but with a baby’s cries, not with the vanquishing of enemies but with the forgiving of them, not on the back of a warhorse but on the back of a donkey, not with triumph and a conquest but with a death and a resurrection.

I’m not exactly sure how all this works, but I think, ultimately, it means I can’t be a Christian on my own.

Like it or not, following Jesus is a group activity, something we’re supposed to do together.

Church isn’t some community you join or some place you arrive. Church is what happens when someone taps you on the shoulder and whispers in your ear, Pay attention, this is holy ground; God is here.

So show up. Open every door.