Eggs and Legos

In my refrigerator, I have a carton of eggs. They are grade A large. Each one looks exactly like the others. Each one has its own little egg place to fill. When I go to get an egg, it doesn't matter which one I get because they are all the same really. 

In my upstairs closet, I have a container of Legos. My grandson Sailor likes them. Legos come in different sizes and shapes and colors. They live all jumbled inside the box waiting to do their Lego thing when summoned. 

Some folks wish the church could be like a carton of eggs. Uniform. Separate. Predictable. I guess under certain duress folks could be compressed and suppressed into egg-like uniformity. Someone would probably smugly announce that everyone is alike because each one looks like Jesus. 

Of course the truth is that the church is much more like a box of Legos than a carton of eggs. Jesus calls a very random group of folks together to be his. He says this gathering of misfit toys looks like him. The Holy Spirit distributes a diverse array of gifts within the Body of Christ. Different cultures and generations come together. Different sexes and different upbringings come together. I cannot begin to list all the differences brought into unity in Christ. Yet, they do come together and all the pieces fit together to become the Temple of God, the Family of Heaven, the Body of Christ, the Church of the First Born Ones. And it is amazing.

A secret: I sometimes wish we were eggs. We would be easier to manage. 

An admission: I don't like being treated like an egg. 

A bad pun exhortation: Let's be happy that we are different and that God can use us all. 

Ready? OK. 

Let's Lego and let God.

God bless us all.