A few years ago when Clara was four years old, I had a friend over for coffee one afternoon. I gave Clara some sidewalk chalk to keep her busy while I chatted with my friend. Clara asked what she should draw. I asked her to draw a picture of the capitol (she did), then Daddy’s work (she did, and she even used a color that was very close to the color of his office building). Then I asked her to draw a picture of Redeemer (our church). When I looked at what she had drawn, I was amazed: she had not drawn a building but had instead drawn people.
I think of this story often, and I thought of it this morning as we walked into our church building. Although I do adore this old building that was given to us in exchange for just one dollar, the church is its people–and it is so deeply good to be with them.