the skeptic finds hope

i admit sometimes i can be a bit cynical, a closet skeptic, if you will, but recently while reading a book by Bill Hybels I came across this description of the church and well it even gave me goose bumps though i don't like to admit it (truth is i'm just a mushy interior with a slightly thin crust - i'd make a good chocolate bar...hmm..i'm hungry)

There is nothing like the local church when it's working right. Its beauty is indescribable. Its power is breathtaking. Its potential is unlimited. It comforts the grieving and heals the broken in the context of community. It builds bridges to seekers and offers truth to the confused. It provides resources for those in need and opens its arms to the forgotten, the downtrodden, the disillusioned. (that's me)It breaks the chains of addictions, frees the oppressed, and offers belonging to the marginalized of this world. Whatever the capacity for human suffering, the church has a greater capacity for healing and wholeness.

Can I get an Amen?

on another note - i'm quite disullisioned by my blogger spell check when it doesn't recognize the word marginalized.