Adapted from a very short story...
There was once a church without Christ.
There was once a church without Christ.
It was not a
particularly wicked church. It was not a
church of militant agnostics raising angry hands against God. It was not a church that had abandoned
Christian truth for distorted heresies.
It was not even an unhappy church.
Indeed, it was a happy church filled with people who knew that there was
a God in heaven and that Jesus was His one and only Son. But, as I already noted, it was a church
without Christ.









