imagining how the church can reorient around mission

Sad girl among tourists on Eiffel Tower In the waves of motion, and chaos there is your peace,

In the aloneness, there is your breath, your wind upon me,

In the unease and apprehension, there is your call.

 

In a place in time you shalom me,

In the hollow and void sound of us, only us, you come as comforter,

In founded and unfounded paralyzing fear, you direct
forward.

 

You…

are the King of peace,

are the familiar and loving Spirit,

are the first fruit, to enter, to give,
to finally and with finality love.

 

You are peace, breath and call!

In the name of the shalom giving one, Jesus, Amen

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