Tuesday, 16 December 2014

Beyond the door

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John 1:14
And the Word became flesh and lived among us

Passing the church door
on a cold and stormy night
And seeing the light and the noise
spill out across the wet cobbles
The light shimmering in the puddles
The noise carrying through the air
The doors are closed against the winter chill
and there's no one in sight
to encourage or repel
A moments hesitation
And then the thought of entering passes
Fleeing as quickly as it came
And I am assaulted again by the thought
that though it is good
to make a joyful noise
with those of like mind
Though God loves and honours our praise
God also nudges - even chases us
out of our buildings
To embrace those who pass by
Those who long for the light
and the warmth
Those who yearn to be loved,
not for what they might become
but for who they are
Cherished children of God
with whom God dwells

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