bloodshots and waterfalls

Where is church, what is church, how do we church – how should we church?

Without any awareness, I find myself asking and answering these kind of questions as I absorb Rebekah’s post. Q&A not in her words nor in her pictures.

The Q&A arise in me. Rebekah causes me to ask and answer unknown questions with unspoken answers. Rebekah connects me with something much deeper than just words and pictures.

And I have no wish to rationalise why. I am simply thankful she has this gift.

I see our Lord and Father telling me what “church” really means in this post – as clear as day and without any ambiguity.

What about you?

(as always, comments are disabled here, please converse with Rebekah over at her place, thank you)

My Beautiful One


“He sent out his word and healed them,
    and delivered them from their destruction.”
~Psalm 107:20, the Sunday gradual~

I saw this beautiful girl for the very first time.  She’s one of the teachers in our new homeschool co-op, which means she’s not only a girl, she’s a woman.  She was singing, for this was her class, Music and Movement.  It wasn’t her face, or her body, or her two special needs children standing beside her that made her most beautiful.  Surely there was beauty there, but it wasn’t the sight that caught my eye.  It was the sound.  It was her soul.

She was singing, stumbling on the first day of class, but singing. I’d seen her in the lobby by herself, playing with her little ones. She was waiting. She waited two hours to teach that class, and I wondered why, why on earth anyone would wait…

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