Walking down
shoveled sidewalks
through the town of
Worcester,
snow blankets every
lawn & yard,
dodging patches of
ice
here & there,
as well as
Massachusetts drivers...
passing little shops
&
diners,
coffee shops
&
cathedrals...
the sun peaks
briefly
from behind the
clouds,
a momentary relief
from the
grey of winter.
We reach our destination-
the basement
of a historic cathedral...
inside, people greet each
other as they grab a cup of
coffee;
floorboards creak
underneath our weight;
children weave
in & out of the crowd...
it is a church,
a family,
waiting for worship to
begin,
waiting to hear
the words of the Lord.
Friendly faces,
timid faces,
welcoming faces,
apathetic faces,
vibrant faces,
defeated faces...
all faces-
unified in their
differences & diversity...
& in their love & desperation
for Christ,
their Joy,
their Comfort,
their Strength,
their Hope,
their Peace
that passes all
understanding
and all
circumstances...
the music starts
& they start to
sing,
then
they begin
to dance
before their Creator...
this is the church-
broken & desperate,
loved & whole...
nowhere close to perfect,
but at once,
absolutely perfect.
This is the power
of a Savior,
a Redeemer,
a Lover,
a Creator...
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