One is on his knees, face in his hands.
Another is patiently waiting in a long line.
One is in an office….Bible out…lap top ready…
while another is on the roof of a house, hammer in his hand.
Another wipes a tiny face covered with jelly.
One shops and pauses to give a smile.
Another walks the beach and listens to the waves,
while one is at a conference table, listening.
One is in a classroom teaching.
Another is softly crying.
One is taking off in an airplane.
Another is preparing for a test.
One is posting a funny story.
One is smiling from the picture she found.
One is bored.
One is lonely.
One has more than they can handle.
One signs a card and puts it in the mail,
While another phones a friend to say “I’m sorry.”
Another sits with coffee, memorizing scripture,
While another mops a floor.
One man is asleep from a long night at work,
while another begins the day rocking a sick child.
One waits at a bedside. One watches the news. One stops to fix a flat.
One is tired, while one is ready to go.
One registers for classes. One pays a bill.
Another is laughing.
Another is swimming.
Another is napping.
One sews a quilt.
One erases a mistake.
Another fights a fire.
This is the church after Sunday is over.
One person living one moment in time…
yet a part of something bigger… something larger than the moment.
It is the bride, the body, a building with a Cornerstone.
It is people fitted together with kingdom purposes, all living in the daily day.
No wonder we must pray for each other.
No wonder we must love.
No wonder we must tell.
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