The Only Saved People In Town

Mark Twain was known to say that he put a dog and cat in a cage together as an experiment to see if they could get along. They did, so he put in a bird, pig, and goat. They, too, got along fine after a few adjustments. Then he put in a Baptist, Presbyterian, and Catholic — soon there was not a living thing left.

Mr. Twain’s humorous predicament has been many people’s tragedy. It seems that more is made about what we belong to rather than to whom we belong. It’s actually worse than that. Yesterday I was asked what church I attended. Next, I was asked which movement this church represented. Finally, I was asked which belief system did I use regarding certain doctrines. In frustration, I told the person, “I’m just a Christian”. Well, that wasn’t good enough for them! I felt like a chicken in the meat department with its wing lifted while someone sniffs it for freshness. There was no way I could pass that test.

I go numb when I hear people bragging about the church they “grew up in”. I want to hear someone say they grew up in Christ.

I’m happy with the church I attend, but I am more thankful for Jesus who shed His blood to purchase his church. I’m grateful for every saved person on the planet — and they don’t all attend church with me.

It feels good to get this off my chest. But if one more person asks me what church I go to, I’m going to tell them I go to the “Church Of The Only Saved People In Town”! Of course, then they’ll probably think I’m a member of their church.