A community

After II Corinthians 2:5-11

What is this body, this

community, this group, we

collectively call

the church, the meeting,

the collective, the way.

It is a oneness from many,

assembled expectantly

and unexpectantly but

together as a oneness.

I consider the person in the pew

to my side, the person in front

of me, the person behind me, as

they consider me, and I tell myself

this is with whom I will spend

eternity.

Photograph by Judson Hintze via Unsplash. Used with permission.

Beginnings

Beginnings crawl from the sea

lifting themselves from the mud

and ooze, shaking off slime,

then stumbling and lumbering,

then walking and running,

a wide open joyous dash forward

into eternity

Photograph by Leon Brooks via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

Focusing Through the Frenzy

I have a job many people might envy. No one day is ever like another. Every day is filled with crises, activities, meetings, hallway discussions, frantic phone calls, and about 400 emails. Streams of communications come from Europe, India, South America, Canada, all over the United States, and all over our headquarters location. I’m never bored. I never have to complain about not having enough real work to do. It is a very rare day when I experience calm.

It’s a job in which I am constantly “on.” I have to give advice and counsel at a moment’s notice, correct a name in a online article, tweet a response to an issue, quickly fulfill a request on Facebook, and make sure the right people get communications that flow in through the channels we manage. Every day is an upheaval.

To continue reading, please see my Daily Reflection for The High Calling today, a meditation on 1 Peter 1:20-21.

Photograph by Larry Palmer via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.