Without Jesus...I suck.

...that is what his T-Shirt read. He was tall, early-twenties, corn rows, jeans baggy, t-shirt white - and very large, he had two little kids in tow and a pleasant and friendly looking wife bringing up the rear. She had an infant in her arms.
It is game time and they are walking single file in front of the stands in front of Courtney and myself. The kids are asking for popcorn and the young dad is dutifully ignoring them. He knows you cannot answer kids who exist three feet closer to sea-level than you are while walking through a noisy crowd.
The kids don't care. They smell popcorn, and they want that smell in their mouth. (Me too, by the way).
This is an American family.
I liked what his T-Shirt said. Courtney liked it too and smiled and using her Sidekick, immediately changed her Facebook status to that.
I wondered if that family would feel comfortable at Haven? Not that I do not think that our church would be friendly or helpful to that family, but are we, in essence, a church that would attract a family like that? He is ethnic, hip, counter-culturally relevant, young, and appears to be responsible. She fits with him, the kids fit with them and they all seem to fit here.
I am not saying anything more than this...I liked them superficially.
I wonder if they would like what I am helping to build at Haven?
I am not certain of what I want for my church exactly. I just know that I want it to be the best representation of our Savior that it can be...and I know with certainty ...it starts with me.
I will tell you something else I know for a certainty.
Without Jesus...I suck too.