This was the Confession from worship on Sunday. The whole service touched me–going into it I was very unsure about a circumstance in my life. On my way down to church I was praying, “Lord, show me how much You love me.” After the service I left with a clear indication of the radical love of Jesus, not just for me, but for the whole world. This piece really spoke to me, about what I’ve been through in my life, and what I’m going through right now.
We are the locked door, the stone not rolled away,
you invite us to cross through waters, walk dry roads
look towards transformation, in every wilderness.
You believe we can.
We want other gods, other commodities–
depth without the daily searching.
You offer us a simple table
and the words, follow me.
You believe we will.
We choose a meager vision,
hold tight to the catch of our nets.
You tell us a story that asks, which one was the neighbor?
You believe we understand.
We are perplexed
when you appear in our untended gardens.
You say, peace,
to all our uncertainty.
You show that new life
comes with time, with practice,
and the sowing, however small,
of stubborn hope. You believe we will grow.
