Monday, April 30, 2007

My dearest God,

A new day has come. A corner turned. Big ideas have taken root in yet another committee. Labeled "a little church in the wildwood" a few years ago by a former member, we've packed up and headed for the city. No more boxes for us!

When you get hold of someone, everything changes. No more status quo! Changing times are are imminent. Your plan begins to unfold. You've gotten hold of us, our church (your church) is moving because you deem it so.

Our missions committee met last night. We want 100% of the congregation involved in mission, from taking mission trips to building homes for the needy to cutting out stamps to building libraries and sending kids to school, we are ready!

Our silent auction and dinner idea is moving along. We're thinking big, kicked that old box out. So many things coming together!

As I sat in the car after the meeting and looked at our old building, I could see God in the brick and mortar. Your face was all over the building, a smiling face, a happy face. Your house is a happy place.

Such transformation is possible when we allow you to run your own church, when we listen and allow your ideas to become reality. You take the clay we are and you begin the process of molding and shaping, then you fire us up. Glazed with grace we are beautiful and others want to be like us.

It's our time, your time. Your hand is moving in and through us and we like it. Hallelujah!

Your church
is the place
of new life.
We are budding
and blossoming.
We are producing fruit,
of the most luscious variety.
We have opened ourselves
to your wave length
and the signal
is strong and clear.
We're listening,
really listening
and we want
to follow your lead.
Our hearts are so full of love
for you.
Our spirits are soaring high.
We know the Wind
beneath our wings
is none other
than your spirit power.
When we need to fly higher,
raise the wind
to lift us.
When we need to be brought low,
guide us gently to the ground.
Power of All That Is,
to you we owe everything.
We are nothing without you.
Praise is on our lips.

Gratefully, Andrea