What If?

What if there was a church that was for their city and not against it?

What if they served a God who was worthy of glory, worship, and praise and not just some neblous sky fairy who grants us three wishes if we do good?

What if there was a church who was so raw, so dirty, so honest that deep, dark stuff could finally be dug up and dealt with?

What if the men would be men and reflect the character of God and speak into that darkness and bring the light of the Gospel?

What if there was a church that wasn't a dispenser of religious goods and services but a place where iron violently sharpens iron and real community and relationships took place?

What if there was a church where women could be honest about their struggles without the judgment and criticism of other women, and where men could actually be men and rather being passive, impotent, and fearful of failure or brash, immature, insecure, sex freaks, they could lead, cultivate, build, redeem, and create?

Where depth is more important then width?

Where love isn't flowery, fake, and surface level, but gritty, real, and deep?

Where biblical spirituality is actually flows to our hearts, hands, and feet and is not just in our head?

Where money is used to love people instead of using people to get money?

Where the Bible is taught, read, and used to reveal the immutable, unmatching, marvelous light of the glory of God and not weird, self-help, road map to life?

Where the revitalization and growth of Fort Worth is greatly influenced by the Gospel of Jesus for the transformation of lives to the glory of God the Father by the power of the Holy Spirit?

What if?