When I think of Jesus with His disciples when no one else was around, like in the evening around a campfire after walking and ministering all day, I think of the conversations they had as light but purposeful, fun but full of meaning. I think of family time… I think that’s real church. No one putting on a facade, no one trying to one-up someone else. I can see them just relaxing, asking questions, listening, being themselves. Jesus was seeking the lost, He was sent to those that didn’t perceive themselves to be pious. But in the evening, He worked on the foundation He was laying to build His Church upon. When I think of a church service (modern times), I think it should look a little more like Ephesians 4:11-13 – “So Christ himself gave the apostles, the prophets, the evangelists, the pastors and teachers, So Christ himself gave the apostles, the prophets, the evangelists, the pastors and teachers, until we all reach unity in the faith and in the knowledge of the Son of God and become mature, attaining to the whole measure of the fullness of Christ.” (NIV) Maybe church should be where we go to learn who Jesus is, how to be like Him, and how to grow up and get along with the guy at the other end of the pew, rather than hear a lecture about which sin is worse and how to avoid hell.