The search for the perfect church is an illusion. Appetite by itself is the sepulcher, the death of reason, judgement, and discipline. Some form of satisfaction doesn't even stand a chance unless one settles down at a place and seves. The church is a feast, not a taste, a meal, not a nibble.

One sits and serves with the same people week after week, receiving and being received, disappointing and being disappointed, hurting and being hurt, caring and being cared for. Church people are in it for the long haul, not the short term. The ordinary is more crucial than the extraordinary. The glory of church is the routine, not the exceptional.