And when my world sleeps, Jesus whispers,
This life you think is ordinary and plain and secular is anything but ordinary and plain and secular.
For the whole world is mine and I am about things you cannot see.
Who are you to say what is sacred and what is secular?
It is all sacred.
And all you have is Me.
So take off your shoes and make your altar right where you stand.
But even as I hear Him, my whole body cries out for structure and four-wall church and programmed love and service and disciple making. The tradition of church runs like fire through me and although my soul is being taught differently, my body is bent towards what it knows and it knows church.
And church, the way my body knows it, fills all my gaping holes and feels good. It is the come and sit and savor and sing, always searching for ways to love better, within the safe walls, with the safe people,
And I long for that church with all that is within my broken body.
But Jesus is stirring around in the dead parts of me, blowing His Spirit through my gaping holes, inviting me to release myself of the four wall church altar I have built.
And this morning, I hear Him, again.
And again, I take off my shoes, bending ever lower for my mind cannot comprehend what is stretched out before me.
As always, I am joining the gracious Five Minute Friday community with Lisa-Jo Baker, who is ever an encouragement to this weary mama. This week’s prompt is Release and I wrote for 8 minutes, taking my journal’s chicken scratch, and ordering it to fit the prompt. Church is something I think about quite often. Partly because I’ve spent my entire life in one, but mainly because we’ve planted a church with holes so big that Jesus is the only one who can fill us.