Sermon on the Institution

I came to bring you church and church in abundance. Come to me all who are heavy laden and I will give you church. I am the way, the truth and the church. No-one comes to the father but through those doors. Even the very tiles on your cathedral roofs are numbered. Why then do you worry over budgets? Is not your church worth more than many NGOs and sporting clubs? And when you church don't be like heathens who seek me in sunlight and scrubland, go into your plain-walled buildings and close the door. Your heavenly father knows what you do in secret and will reward you. With a good church so you can fold your hands in your laps. Blessed are you who minister for you will be called makers of church. But woe to you who love for you throw evangelistic tracts into the wind and watch them flutter... What is the kingdom of church like, to what shall I compare it? It is like a Moreton Bay Fig that a man chopped to the ground then used the wood to construct a row of dog kennels. Somewhere for sleeping while the wind howls.