I read something yesterday that I thought was pretty profound with regard to where our focus should be as Christians (from DEVOTIONS FOR RAGAMUFFINS by Brennan Manning):

In our society we have not only many homeless people sleeping on the streets, in shelters, or in welfare homes, but also vagabonds who are in flight, who never come home to themselves. They seek a safe place through alcohol or drugs, or security in success, competence, friends, pleasure, notoriety, knowledge, or even a little religion. They have become strangers to themselves, people who have an address but are never at home, who never hear the voice of love or experience the freedom of God’s children. To those of us in flight, who are afraid to turn around lest we run into ourselves, Jesus says: “You have a home…I am your home…claim me as your home…you will find it to be the intimate place where I have found my home…it is right where you are…in your innermost being…in your heart.

Jesus replied, “If anyone loves me, he will obey my teaching. My father will love him, and we will come to him and make our home with him.”
John 14:23

Jesus makes his home in us as individual children and that is the foundational, critical piece without which, membership in a church or identification as being associated with other Christians (the church in the biblical sense), is worth anything at all.

The Body

A child in Ghana, subconsciously
An old man in Manhattan, desperately
A mother in China, silently
An orphan boy in Russia, daily
A man at the breakfast table, gratefully
Invests faith, hope, and love in the infinite