We are the creature of unknown proportions.
We are the one in whom the child is safe, taken in, nurtured, taught.
We are the one who cares for the fatherless with arms not our own.
It is to us the prostitute comes when Saturday night has finally passed, and it is in our home he finds forgiveness and love enough to insist he leave his trade.
It is in our midst that the orphan finds a family, the outcast is given a place to belong, the rich man is reminded of his greater needs.
It is here the lost come and here they are found.
In our company, there is the offer of a new identity.
We open our mouths to sing and in doing so we preach to one another - this is who you are! this is what you're for! this is where your'e going!
We are clumsy and faulty. From our lips come blessings and cursing riding on the same breath.
But.
We are being made white. We are being made new.
And as the music dies down,
the melody of truth continues to swirl around:
we are the Church.
Lately, I've been flooded with theological questions, intellectual wanderings, and unsettling confusion.
ReplyDeleteThis post reminded me of the heart of Body–– the Body I first fell in love with, the Body that showed me the most intimate, breathtaking, awesome manifestation of Christ Himself. This post reminded me of the God I first fell in love with. Thank you.