I want to tell you today about the
stinky church. Strangely, it’s the story of a boat.
Now, there are a
lot of boats in the Bible. Jesus falls asleep in one; Peter jumps out of
another; the baby Moses floats in his own kind of basket-boat in the Nile, but
no boat is quite as famous as the ark. The big one. It is this boat that so
captures our imaginations.
It’s
also a tough one to preach on Rally Sunday, to be honest, having seen the state
of us, God decides he’s seen enough. Get
rid of it all! Let’s start over! If you’re hoping God doesn’t come to a
similar conclusion today, then you really have to hope that God doesn’t have
Twitter. At the last second, stopping short of obliterating the human race, God
gives us a boat. He gives it to Noah, but that boat just keeps floating, even
to today.
That
boat is the church.
Now, when I say
that, I want to point out that this isn’t some radical, millennial pastor off-the-wall
thought. Boats have been a sign of the church for as long as there has been a
church. In fact, many sanctuaries have been constructed to look like an
upside-down ship. If you’ve ever been in a church with flying buttresses and a
large curved ceiling, there’s a decent bet that the architects had a boat in
mind in the construction.
Also, you know,
“Jesus, Savior, pilot me… over life’s tempestuous seas.” That kind of thing.