in the basement-dark,
chairs all around.
they are empty,
the kitchen is empty,
the pastor's study is empty.
yesterday, it was all filled and warm --
jo-ann, doug, jim, rod, dan, bethany,
louie, and the other louie --
except for the pastor's study
(he's rod, the guy in the middle).
and we were the Church.
jim plows parking lots all over town.
louie's wife is afraid to fall in the snow.
doug believes in the impossible.
we slurped coffee and soup
from a silver platter,
spilled cookie crumbs and dreams
across the table,
beneath the open doors
and a welcome sign.
we're a family,
and we were the Church
i love how you write...decided to follow...wanna be friends?
ReplyDeleteyes, the church...isn't this it? love it. need it. more. yes. more.
you describe the church so well...and isn't it lovely when we are IT on any day of the week?
ReplyDeletewe can be the church any time we want...nicely said...
ReplyDeleteWow, I really enjoyed this. I have had an up and down relationship with church for years. I believe, but I don't always feel like I fit in. Yet the community and acceptance of the Church is beautiful. Just the other night we sat around a table with other believers much like you describe and talked about faith and it was so very affirming. It makes me keep trying. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThere's nothing like the church family.
ReplyDeleteha.that's so true. maybe i would have better luck finding a church if i stopped looking on sunday.
ReplyDeleteThat's the best bit of church! I crave and treasure such moments.
ReplyDeleteoh, yes, please! give me this. this church on a tuesday. it's exactly what the world needs. (please, keep writing about the church, for you teach me, and how i miss you, bethany, how i really do...)
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