Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit who is in you, whom you have from God, and that you are not your own?
–1 Corinthians 6:19
You are surrounded by greatness every single day. Invisible temples, offerings of love surround you.
Every day, you pass that little church, full to the brim with praise and thanksgiving such that it spills over onto everyone she meets.
At lunch, you always see that dignified cathedral, old, wise, compassionate. A sanctuary.
In class, that utilitarian church, linoleum and folding chairs and plastic baskets, who always asks the uncomfortable questions. He has planted churches in places you have never been.
Once a week, you listen in chapel as the stone, monastic church, the unassuming church, the church that wrote of the Love of Christ, speaks of callings and obedience.
And that one church that still meets in a school? She is searching for a home, for friends. Support her.
Human churches, temples to God. Invisible, holy, adorned as a bride.
What kind of church are you?