Just as each person comes into the church through the entry door, they also bring with them who they are. The personal mess of troubles, lingering doubts, hidden secrets, worries, habits and suspicions are all brought right on into the church, the sanctuary, a building on a plot of land where people gather.
That was it. All for this. All to be taken to the wine press and crushed until the lifeblood was extracted.
God did not create robots. Instead He created us with the desire that we might choose to seek His face in lieu of being separate from Him. Redeeming love is forever there and His door is always open.
Peace is from the LORD. On our knees we take the time to dwell in His peace and also to remember the cost for this peace we dwell in.On this Good Friday my heart is joined with many others, each of us here to take part in the quiet and solemn remembrance while in collective prayer. THIS is the body. It is all colors, speaking every language from many nations and heritages; together melted as one...
Deep friendships have passages unique to the bond. In the very element and dynamic of being totally transparent one can throw another off course, veering them into water they were not to touch yet. God can place boundaries that match His precepts, as needed.
Here in this place where I sit, He stops me and pulls me completely out of what was on my mind along with the task being completed and…kisses me.