What We're Made Of

What are Christians made of?

Are we made of Communion and offering, crackers and tithes?
          Of Sundays, and Wednesdays, and holidays for good measure?
Are we all “holy mass,” all intercession and priests, all prayers and fasting (assuming we know what fasting is)?
Are we all immersion, all sprinkling, all gifts, grace, faith, works?
          Are we saved?

Here’s the thing about holy people – we’re people, and we’re holy.
          We’re sinners, and we’re saved.
          We’ve fallen, but we’ve been lifted up.
          We were dead, and now we’re alive.
Orphans find homes, weak ones find strength, wretches find amazing grace –
          the songs are true.

But there are some, bound up in the habits of hair cut above the ears, skirts below the    knees, no movies, no make-up, no booze, no rock ‘n roll –
And there are some so enraptured by New Age mercy, fire-insuring grace,    unconditional, permissive, no-accountability love that approves a multitude of sins –

Who are these people?
          Who is their Jesus?
          Who is this God who condemns the redeemed, who spares His children the rod?
I only ask because I don’t know Him.
I don’t know His “church” neither.