Solid Rock

On God rests my deliverance and my honor;
    my mighty rock, my refuge is in God.

     ~ Psalm 62:7
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. 
      ~ Kahlil Gibran
Our church has been undergoing renovation   What shows is the outward signs, fencing, nails, sheet-rock  straw, dust that envies only the Shekinah glory of God.  What doesn’t show is the inward renovation   The strengthened community, the increase in children in the service, the participation of members who might never have participated before, the growth of the congregation.  What doesn’t show is that all of this growth and strengthening have been going on in a church in the middle of a charming village, at the corner of a street that leads to the harbor.  A church which has, for all of the winter had no heat, no bathroom facilities, meeting rooms, choir room.  
We sat a little closer together, shared meeting space with other denominations, sang and rehearsed at the home of the music director and organist (and became better able to hear one another!).  We had off-site meetings, retreats, field trips.
We are the poetry of this renovation, mixed in with the word of God, the book of Order, and oh yes, a bit of the dictionary.  But what I like best is that there are hundreds of soles (yes I mean soles) visibly planted on solid rock.
Today, pray for those who spring to mind, those who need a hand back up, those in your family.
Because of Him,

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