Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Suffer the Children to Come

From the hundreds of images Mike brought home from his twelve days in Kenya, I only found one or two with the elderly in them. I asked Mike why this was, and he said there were indeed a few who came.

Would you?

If it meant walking
who knows how far
and being this tired before it even started?


And then having to walk back?
In the dark?
After you stood for a six hour church service?
Would you come?

If you had to be carried
because you hadn't been able to walk in over 2 years?


Would you come like a child,
universal and  biological,
 tortured yet also somehow unscathed
by Earth's harsh realities? 





They're altogether hopeful and haunting.
Could you come like that?





Would you?




Could you?





They stand...
 outside...
 and wait,

with no room to move, no bread or water,
yet they are attentive, all eyes on one who will deliver Good News.
 They are orderly, patient, kind.

Would you come like that?
Would you?

Here the answer is yes, a thousand simple times — yes.
Standing room only and shoulder to shoulder,
a resounding choir of yes.
It confounds.


It humbles.

And these are the cheap seats, the side of the stage,
the front reserved for the adluts
who will also stand.







Come to me all you who are weary
and burdened,
and I will give you rest.  ~Jesus


Contemplating faith that is simple and easy in Kenya,
and so complex and uncrowded in America.
I wonder how far would I go
to come unto Him?
Joining Ann today.
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