What if church really was like family.
What if we pretended the “brother and sister, son and daughter,” stuff was real.
What if relationships were thought to be rare and valuable things.
What if it was just a bunch of people that loved each other and were simply trying their best to follow this Jesus we read of in scripture.
What if we pretended the “love your neighbor as yourself,” thing was a better way to live.
What if we got in the mud for each other at two in the morning.
What if the cow dies and it’s ok because we are there, in it together.
What if we pretended we are all sinners.
What if we pretended grace is real.
What if the word “pretend” felt less powerful than the word “believe” because we did actually believe.