Then I move towards them. I pursue them. I slow down to engage them. I have them for a moment. Then it is gone. Without a look back they are gone. Rushing
again. Where are they going? I follow.
I hear someone talking. Sharing
words. Words on paper. Words that make sense to me. Words that tell. Words that tell us to
love. Words that tell us to serve. Words that tell us to engage. Words that tell us to commune. Words that tell us to pursue. Words that tell us to sacrifice. Words that tell us to pray. Words that tell us to worship.
I look around. I
see people sitting. I see people listening. I see people receiving. I hear them now. They are singing. Words on paper. Words that say we are loved. Words that say we are forgiven. Words that say we are free. And then it’s gone.
The lights become bright. People are moving. They are rushing. Hurrying.
They move without a thought. They get up before praying. They go without serving. They disconnect before communing. They
depart without loving. They are too busy
to put words into action. They leave
words on paper.
How can we slow them down? How can we show them that the words became
flesh? A sacrifice was made so our work
could again become worship. Our love
become service. Our world become
pursued. Our lives become worth living. Our sacrifices become joy. Our prayers become offerings. Our words become flesh.
We become the church.