Liturgy 053: The Beauty of Immature Christianity

🕊️ A Poem and a Blessing for Unattended Wounds and Overbearing Tribes

☕️ Lectio Divina

Sitting silent wearing Sunday best
The sermon echoes through the walls
A great salvation through it
Calls to the people
Who stare into nowhere
And can't feel the chains on their souls

Jars of Clay

Behold
you are beautiful
my love
your eyes are doves

Song of Songs 1:15

🪴 A Poem

The desire
of a young
progressive
Christian
is often born
of anger
and reaction to
unattended wounds

The desire
of a young
evangelical
Christian
is often born
of ego
and fear
of disappointing
their tribe

These youthful moments are not to be judged
but celebrated developmentally appropriate
spaces…

It takes a few passes through
for the pilgrim to see
the signposts
of anger and fear
are loop trails
taking you back to
the place you began:

unattended wounds
fear of your own tribe

Someday she will see
the open fields of wildflowers

Someday he will see
the glowing sun on mountain lakes so clear

A wild untamable beauty
unassumingly
giving glory
to God
and a world of God’s making

Within and around
there is beauty
worth fighting for
worth waiting for

I’m still on my 38th loop around
but every once in a while

I have this foolish smile
because I stepped outside
and found my pilgrim self
within the arms
of a laughing savior

🕊️ Blessing

May you know the Beauty of Christ
May you quietly embrace that beauty within you
May you seek His beauty around you
May you give your life to such things

In the Name of the One
Whose Beauty David Sought
As His One Desire

Amen