Last night, during our weekly gathering, our pastor reminded us why we exist as a church. We do not exist for ourselves, but for this hurting world. And he also reminded us that we are living stones.
I immediately thought of this Wendall Berry poem:
Cathedral
Stone
of the earth
made
of its own weight
light.
And then this morning, I wrote this poem:
We all, as living stones
Comprise the tabernacle.
We are no longer our own,
God freed us from our shackles.
And as stones which build a wall
Rub one against another.
We must touch or we will fall.
I need you, sister, brother.
And if the glory of God
Now resides here in us,
Though each stone is flawed
The cornerstone is Jesus.
And as He builds His house,
And as His blood atones,
He calls us to go out,
And gather other stones.