Sunday, November 25, 2012
After years away, I found my feet walking the aisle of church.
We gathered around picnic tables
plates of food crafted by the hands of friends,
being shared by strangers turned neighbors.
As the sun hung heavy, unwilling to bid the sky and company goodnight
glasses were filled,
communion quite literally hanging on the vine.
There is a reason the old revivals were held beneath a tent.
You need dirt
beneath your feet
to ground you.
Your shadow made long
created by the moon who would not be out-done by her golden sister,
to see your true shape.
You need the fresh air
in your lungs
to gather the fullness of these moments inside you.
The shrieking of babies
being tossed in the air by your friends
to hear God laugh.
Beneath that white tent,
I heard the whisper -
the world welcoming the divine to dance.
Wine bottles were place by the stage
instead of candles lit in eulogy
My daughter perched on my widened hip as
we siblings, brought up in our Daddy's church
lead the assembled in "I'll Fly Away"
This sinner's choir had it all
and feet to stomp out joy.
The congregation of
old believers, atheists, the never achievers
dance and swayed under the moon.
And then, exhausted from our exaltation
lying on our backs, prostrate
reading the scripture of the stars.
No sermon was said, but redemption was found.
A night seeped in faith. hope. love.
After years away
I found my feet walking
the aisle of church.
But perhaps, I never walked away.
This Saturday, December 1st, the book that I am a contributor for, Finding Church will be published. In it you will find my story of walking away from conventional church for something more expansive. You can pre-order a copy right now on the publisher's website HERE.
And, should you leave a note in the comments saying you want to join in, your name will be thrown into the mix for a chance to win a free copy I will be giving away on December 15th.