A church on the way
toward healing, wholeness,
and stretching toward holiness,
has a three-strand cord,
or maybe it's a three-string
chord,
by which it both swings and
sings
toward its sacred calling.
First, is the story belonging
to each of its congregants.
It is their unique history;
their personal narrative
of love and loss,
holding and hurting,
joy and sorrow,
a story needing to be
fully known and owned.
Second, a congregational novel:
ways the gathering souls
have tried to become
the blessed, broken,
poured out, and shared
body of Christ in a
particular place, spanning
the entirety of their existence,
also becoming readily repeatable.
Photo by Mary Lou Dumas Sgarlato |
by the Holy Spirit
into the listening ear
of the people as they
worship and serve together,
as their spirits are marinated
in the Word made flesh's story,
love daily unfolding
into their living, breathing.
As this third tale materializes,
the other two are healed,
softening their strands and
stanzas,
so the trio can be braided
into an autobiography of grace,
singing a new adventure of hope.
© 2015 Todd Jenkins
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