A vision for the church...
We had just moved into a very old log house in the country with woods surrounding us. I'm not sure how long we had lived there, but I knew it was new to us as we were talking about the first big storm that was heading our way. As the storm began, it came as heavy rain. The walls of our home began to leak water, but we were thankful that we were still very warm. Our home was located near an area with many hikers and as the rain turned to snow and ice, the hikers began to seek shelter. A group of them knocked on the door. As we answered, they said, "Oh, I'm sorry. Our guide book says this is an old church. We didn't know it was your home and we were just looking for shelter out of this storm." I hear myself say, "No, sorry. There is no church here." They nod with understanding and turn to go back into the raging storm. And then the spirit moves. "Wait", I shout. "Our home can be a church for you. A church for anyone who needs it."
As I awoke from this dream that felt so deeply like a vision, I began to ponder what it might mean if we view our home...our workplace...our car...as a church to welcome anyone in from the storm?
"You've Got A Home" by Christa Wells
Mountains melt into valleys and you suddenly find yourself in shadow lands
where all of life seems out of your hands.
Don't think you've got no one left.
Here's a key to my front door.
Got a pillow if you lost yours.
You got a seat at my table.
You've got a home.
Here's somebody who believes you.
Let the truth remind you, you've always got a place to go to.
You've got a home.
We had just moved into a very old log house in the country with woods surrounding us. I'm not sure how long we had lived there, but I knew it was new to us as we were talking about the first big storm that was heading our way. As the storm began, it came as heavy rain. The walls of our home began to leak water, but we were thankful that we were still very warm. Our home was located near an area with many hikers and as the rain turned to snow and ice, the hikers began to seek shelter. A group of them knocked on the door. As we answered, they said, "Oh, I'm sorry. Our guide book says this is an old church. We didn't know it was your home and we were just looking for shelter out of this storm." I hear myself say, "No, sorry. There is no church here." They nod with understanding and turn to go back into the raging storm. And then the spirit moves. "Wait", I shout. "Our home can be a church for you. A church for anyone who needs it."
As I awoke from this dream that felt so deeply like a vision, I began to ponder what it might mean if we view our home...our workplace...our car...as a church to welcome anyone in from the storm?
"You've Got A Home" by Christa Wells
Mountains melt into valleys and you suddenly find yourself in shadow lands
where all of life seems out of your hands.
Don't think you've got no one left.
Here's a key to my front door.
Got a pillow if you lost yours.
You got a seat at my table.
You've got a home.
Here's somebody who believes you.
Let the truth remind you, you've always got a place to go to.
You've got a home.
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