STEEPLES (what a weird word)

 I have a funny fascination with church steeples.  When I'm an old lady going on trips, I hope to go at a slow enough pace to stop and take more pictures of steeples.

  ~all these church steeples are from our trips to Banff and Lake Louise~

I find church steeples very unapologetic.  They are bold, and inspire confidence.  Steeples attract attention, and then redirect that attention - suggesting one consider God for at least a moment as they pass by.


If people were all different parts of the church building, I'm pretty sure I'd not be the steeple. I admire the steeple for obvious reasons, but I think I'm more along the lines of a microphone (at least that's the unsavory title I received when going through a ladies' Bible study one time). I'd prefer to be a window or even a pew, but I'm pretty sure I'm a microphone.

 Reminds me of the verses about all the parts of the body being important.  And I can easily agree that all the parts are important, it's just that we'd all rather be the capable, beautiful, sensitive (and needless to say carefully manicured) fingers. None of us wants to be the liver no matter how important it is. 

So I'm a microphone. The issue that I have with that is that microphones don't ONLY project what you want them to.  They make EVERYTHING more noticable.  Along with the pleasure of sharing truths about God's Word, it's an uncomfortable feeling to know that if I don't deal with the uglies in my heart, they are bound to make themselves noticable to others at some point.  Yuck.  

SO, I'm a microphone.  At least I'm not the orange carpet.