Church is a hospital for sinners
Quote by Abigail Van Buren: “The church is a hospital for sinners, not a mus...”
The church . A hospital for sinners
The church should be a hospital for sinners
Jump to navigation. I've been using that line for years in our RCIA. I probably stole it from somebody. Now Pope Francis is saying something very much like it, so I feel confident in that assertion. I see the Church as a field hospital after battle. We should print that on yard signs and put them on our front lawns.
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If there's one thing that every church ought to be, it's a hospital for sinners. Sadly, most churches today are nothing more than social clubs, entertainment centers or gathering places for the self-righteous. It is tragic, but true, that oftentimes when a person sins, they are shunned away by the very people who ought to embrace them with God's love and help them grow in the Lord. There is a tendency in our churches for Christians to become self-righteous, failing to comprehend just how sinful all of us truly are in God's eyes. I say assuredly, if we were all to receive what we deserve, the ground beneath us would immediately open and swallow us alive into the fires of Hell. We're all just a bunch of sinners—sinners saved by grace if we've been saved.
Sometimes, it seems, when we most want to BE the church, we get too hung up on our own senses of our own imperfections—or the intolerance of our own imperfections of others. Something happened in my life recently that taught me a valuable lesson about all that imperfection, and it came from the strangest place—the end of a crochet hook. But my being left-handed always made this difficult, and it seems that every time someone tried to teach me, either they threw up their hands in frustration or I threw a hissy fit at my own ineptitude and gave up. Well, at age 54, this left-hander has finally learned to crochet—at least the very simple stuff—enough to make hats and scarves without a pattern—thanks to a very patient person from my home congregation. I decided not to give in to my perfectionistic nature. While watching Mizzou football, I looked down and had somehow managed to accidentally add two stitches to the row—32 stitches—for several rows. I can reduce two stitches and get back to