I
walk into a building. I am
confused. There are people moving around. They are rushing to get somewhere. Hurrying in and out. Never looking back. Rushing through doors opened by someone else
without a word. No thank you’s are
spoken. No offerings are given. I look around longing for someone to notice
me. To say hello. To welcome me into what is already
happening. To speak to my son. He has questions. Is this for real? But they are too busy. Hurrying.
Doing. To slow down and notice
their purpose is right in front of them.
Someone longing to be pursued. To
be loved.
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.
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