God holds you. Day 8.
Am I allowed to say I don’t want to be a televangelist? The people of my church – like countless others – have done a heroic job of getting us online. Worship today was lovely.
But it wasn’t what I wanted.
I poured bleach into the baptismal font to sanitize it. When I reached in for confession, it smelled like a pool. I preached about God setting a table and anointing with oil, but no one ate and no one was anointed. I looked into a camera instead of the eyes of my beloved church.
It was a lovely service, but I long for real things with real people. Thats why we rang the church bell before worship, something we never do. The world needs all the real reminders of God’s presence we can get. Or at least I do.
Tonight I looked to the book of Lamenations. It begins “How lonely sits the city that once was full of people.” But it ends with “the steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, his mercies are new every morning.”
May it be so, Lord. May it be so.
Sleep well world. God holds you.
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