Without walls, just the tent
the place of the meeting for the people
where God lived before the Temple
before the Mahogany Church, the formal
structured, immovable building
The place where God lived with the people
intimate, informal, mobile, going with the nomads
the comings and going of the congregation
moving with the sand, with the wind,
with the seasons, going with
residing with, the people
The cloud descended and the presence
lived among the people
hearing the word of God
down at their level
intimate knowing of their God
We have a tent, yes we do
a place to hear God’s words
outside the comfortable sanctuary
the stain-glass walled home
we go to each Sunday
We have a tent for more intimate,
more nomadic, more approachable worship
catching the passerby, the itinerant, the migrant
the homeless, the lost, the one in need
need of momentary fellowship,
for saving where they are
Outside our walls,
but welcome in the Tabernacle
the tent out there
February 21, 2007 12:17
(Raymond A. Foss)
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