When my daughter was bit by a bee the world stopped. Everyone turned. Everyone went into action. Some comforted. Some ran for ice. Some hunted for hives. Some (her younger brother) ran in a circle until he became dizzy and fell down. The bee sting was a crisis and the community around her stopped what they were doing to address it.
Then, later, I was stung by a bee. After bravely not swearing in front of my children I let my wife know I was hurt. Her exact words of comfort to me were, "Ella, please put your shoes back on."
The world changes as we get older, as it should. If the world stopped for every 33 year-old who feels a pinch on his ankle then nobody would get anything done.
Still, there are times in our adult lives when a real crisis hits. We lose a job. We receive devastating news from the doctor. We find out our spouse has been unfaithful. We worry about a wayward child. These are hurts that are much deeper, more painful and longer lasting than a bee sting on a five year-old.
Wouldn't it be great if there were a community that surrounded adults and children alike in these times of crisis? Think how powerful it would be to have a group of people dedicated to stopping the world in its mad sprint forward so that they can tend to those who have been hurt, who are struggling, who are lost, who need a loving hand. Imagine an organization whose sole purpose is lifting up those around it.
It is to this that God calls us as the body of Christ. People hurt. Life is hard. The world is dangerous (and full of bees). God has given us the church to stop, to notice, and to care.