I am totally not adjusting to the Bronx at all. I always have this struggle when I come back home. There is no structure, no steadiness, no consistency. I do not have a church home-base, a Christian community that I can return to. My household is not of people with whom I can talk about God. My days are not structured. I can't get to a place where I root myself because as soon as I am settle, it's time to move again. I frustrated with all the in-my-face brokenness and I ask God "Where are You?!" Grace Baptist Chapel has been again for twenty-somethin' years and what impact have we had on the community? Nothing is consistent with them; we don't make nursing home visits anymore, we do not have a consistent youth fellowship, we don't do health fairs anymore, and a slew of other things. What impact have we have on this community that we have been in for more than 20 years?
Whatevs. Sovereign Lord, PLEASE do you thing.
And then with Bronx Bethany, I've been going there for almost 3 years, and I still don't feel part of that community. It's so frustrating. Cliquish.Wtheck, the Body of Christ can't be cliquish! Watevs. Sovereign Lord, help me to give this over to you.
I'm tired. Good bye.
4:21 pm
