Reviving the Body of Christ: Reflections of a Faith Alive weekend

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(Please ignore the bullets. For some crazy reason the template won’t allow for “poetic” spaces and pararaphs.)

• We walked through the double oak doors
• streaming in like moths
• to a candle at twilight.

• Some tired
• some hopeful
• some scared
• some joyful
• all drawn by the same One.

• There’s Joyce, eyes like owls,
• wondering and waiting
• and Denise, singing and
• shouting for joy, like Miriam at the feast…
• and Mike, finding an unexpected friend
• to make him feel at home.

• Like children gathered around a favorite uncle
• we listened to stories,
• living testimonies,
• and we laughed and we cried
• and we gave thanks
• and our color returned.

• Some with no pulses were carried in,
• but found new life.
• Some had lost courage
• but were fitted with armor
• Some scratched their heads
• but still they stayed…

• He stitched us together
• like mixed fibers in a sampler,
• some rough, some silky, some bright,
• others muted, a few brittle,
• and many strong.
• Together we proclaimed His message.

• His banner raised over us
• as we passed again
• through the old, oak doors and
• followed our crooked paths to home.
• But we’ll remember.

• When twilight returns,
• and night begins to squeeze out the day
• we’ll remember and
• we’ll meet again at the Light.

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