I saw a bird inside the church today. I heard it chirping before I saw it hopping about.
I watched when it took flight and fluttered it’s tiny wings.
At first I thought it must be happy, to behold our grand sanctuary.
But then I thought why would a bird find solace in a place of cold stone and stained glasses.
We all have our place in the outside world, the world beyond the church.
We cannot stay and imagine, that God remains only within its halls.
A bird can only make a nest and find a home in a tree and fly wherever it wills.
A flower cannot truly bud and bloom when hidden in the coolness within.
The spaces beyond our worship halls are full of life and those who cry-out for life
The laborers cannot stay and sing with us for they work till the end of the day.
The children can only survive and grow when they are nurtured by communities outside our doors.
The broken and oppressed must link arms in solidarity under the sun in a journey for transformation.
We may find solace for a moment and find mystery and beauty within the church walls.
But God does not dwell there and does not summon our souls; no the church is not even God’s home.
Like the bird at the altar, we come into the sanctuary a little bit lost and pause for just moment.
But when we step out into the light or even the darkness, we know God journeys with us and we are never alone.