Summary: The benefit and necessity of being a part of the life of the church.
I believe in the communion of the saints. The words sound strange, and you may ask, “Who are the saints?” Are they the ones we see in some churches that are made of plaster standing on little shelves around the walls? Are they the ones whose image people wear around their neck or put on the dashboards of their cars? And who says they are saints? Is there some kind of vote taken? If someone is especially holy, or has done some great sacrificial act, does that make them a saint?
That is the thinking of some, but actually that is not the biblical idea of a saint. We have so misused the word that we would cringe if someone called us a saint. But the Bible tells us that we are all called to be saints. If you have come to Christ for forgiveness and newness of life then, in spite of your imperfections, you are in the family of the forgiven, and you are a saint. Saints are mentioned 60 times in the New Testament, and each time this term applies to ordinary Christians who have turned their lives over to Jesus Christ, and who are living for him in their own imperfect way. The Greek term for saint is hagios and comes from the word meaning “to be holy”. In biblical use when something was holy it meant that it was “set aside” for a special purpose. Objects in the temple were said to be holy, but a candle stick is not a moral being. These objects were holy because they were set apart exclusively for God’s use and purposes. We are saints, not when we reach perfection, but when our lives have been set apart for God to be used exclusively for his purposes.
Saints are not plaster images of people we venerate from the past. Saints are not perfect, sinless people. Saints are some of the people you are sitting next to right now — people with faults, people who have sinned, but repented of that sin and have committed themselves to grow in their ability to live for God and love him. They are limited by their faults, but empowered by the Spirit of God whom they have invited to live within them.
There are no plaster saints. Even the men and women whose images we see were people like you and me. They had their own problems and besetting sins. All you have to do to prove that to yourself is to read some of their autobiographies. Their awareness of their personal sins and shortcomings was very real. They had no delusions about being too good to be true or too holy to touch. They were very real people who agonized over their imperfections like you and I do. They would have been as difficult to live with as you and I are sometimes. But they loved God and were passionate about serving him.
The greatest people I have known have been the people who were very aware of their own sins and shortcomings. I have personally never been impressed by people who give the impression that they have reached some spiritual height that few, if any, have reached. They somehow give the hidden message that they are a cut above the rest and, if not perfect, very nearly there. I have actually known people who said they no longer sin. But the people who are unaware of their faults are the ones with the greatest faults of all and, ironically, those who most grieve over their faults are those with the fewest. These are the real saints.