Creative and encouraging reflection and conversation about life, family, faith and laughter. I offer these reflections and prayers as an invitation for us all to pray in these times. May we pray for one another and for the whole world together.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Being Built Together
Therefore remember that at one time you Gentiles in the flesh, called “the uncircumcision” by what is called the circumcision, which is made in the flesh by hands— remember that you were at that time separated from Christ, alienated from the commonwealth of Israel and strangers to the covenants of promise, having no hope and without God in the world. But now in Christ Jesus you who once were far off have been brought near by the blood of Christ. For he himself is our peace, who has made us both one and has broken down in his flesh the dividing wall of hostility by abolishing the law of commandments expressed in ordinances, that he might create in himself one new man in place of the two, so making peace, and might reconcile us both to God in one body through the cross, thereby killing the hostility. And he came and preached peace to you who were far off and peace to those who were near. For through him we both have access in one Spirit to the Father. So then you are no longer strangers and aliens, but you are fellow citizens with the saints and members of the household of God, built on the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Christ Jesus himself being the cornerstone, in whom the whole structure, being joined together, grows into a holy temple in the Lord. In him you also are being built together into a dwelling place for God by [9] the Spirit. Ephesians 2:11-22
We shared a room and many harsh
words and days tumbled over
we tanned in the sun and ran
in the waves stretching and leaping
through years and conversations
sharing a heart beat
such separate lives.
We are tarred with the same feathers
blanched by the same remarks wounded by
frictions blamed as a group and so we stumble
alone and afraid not seeing our bound seams
are frayed threads mending as we weep.
We shared angry silences, belly laughs
and bitter coffee drunk too late
when the little ones were in bed and yet
was there more to say was there a seam to rip
and a stitch to redo a hem and a skirt
that still needed mending?
We are here for the same reason bound by one
whose love is water and light, blood and bread
miracle upon miracle and a crazy quilt of love.
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