A greeter has forgotten to wipe the donut crumbs from his tie before handing out the morning bulletin.
The Pastor tells lame icebreaker jokes, and laughs at his own expense.
Those times when the worship team sings the wrong line, or displays the verses out of order, or the guitarist is in a different key than the pianist.
When the person doing announcements forgets his notes and decides to “wing-it.”
There’s that one person who sings with all the joy and praises their heart can muster, but is slightly off key, and is the only one who doesn’t know it.
The pen in the pew for taking notes is out of ink…again.
The cover on the hymnal is taped together with duct tape, because it’s been used so often.
The edge of the fabric on the pew is thread bare from all the people that have slid in and out of the pew over the years.
The communion crackers are stale because the last person to help out forgot to close the bag tightly.
Some may find these flaws irritating and unprofessional. But I like to think of my church as a family; a family that makes mistakes, and makes bad jokes, and a family that, above all else, loves one another, with all of their quirks and idiosyncrasies.
It reminds me that we are flawed, each and every one of us, and that we don’t have it all together all the time.
And whether you find your church family at a mega church or at the tiniest planter church in town, we all share these same stories.
Jesus is the perfect one, not the church.