Because we were not entertaining. We were empowering. We were not observing. We were experiencing…the Living God, together week after week, day after day.
So, this is where I rest–in knowing that how I am called to “do church” does not look like everyone else. I rest in believing that God has me exactly where He wants me. I rest in remembering His promises, not of a perfect church, but of His presence. There is no such thing as a perfect church. There is only a perfect God and the places He calls us into, created just for us.
taken from this article – “http://www.prodigalmagazine.com/organic-church/”