I have a dream of a church without unbiblical legalism that undermines love for our neighbor, and a church without liberalism that tramples on God’s commandments just to please everyone.

I have a dream of a church in which the color of your skin, your immigration status, your economic condition, your political party, or the language you speak is not a barrier to worshipping together, and that at the end of every worship service we can embrace, love, and serve one another.

I have a dream of a church where our relationships are more than just seeing each other once a week with a “Hi” and “Bye,” but where we are a family that helps one another. I dream of us becoming worshippers and servants, not just people who sing a few praises, say a few prayers, listen to a sermon, and then go home as if there were no more people in need.

I have a dream of a church in which we make Jesus’ dream come true “that all of them may be one . . . so that the world may believe that you have sent me” (John 17:21, NIV).

However, I have never found that church — not even the one I pastor — because for one reason or another, we keep arguing over minor issues.

But I commit to doing my best to have a church according to Jesus’ dream, doing what I can until I have no breath. Jesus deserves to see His dream come true.