The church is dying
but the church will live again
when we pass on life-giving culture and traditions.
Not death-dealing weapons
but our best healing instruments.
You can’t be unchurched or overchurched
when YOU’RE the church.
God’s work is our work.
Don’t have to say goodbye to high church or low church
if we hold space for highs and lows of all those who soul
search and don’t turn them away when they say their soul hurts.
When the body is a temple
everything is a ritual.
Re-embody and re-member
the truth you already know.
Each moment we breathe we become ecclesia
when we meet wherever the Spirit is leading us.
If the Bible is a library of letters and metaphors and not a book of
facts, what would it look like if we loved and lived like our life was a
book of acts?
Instead we took an axe to hack chapters, burned green
pastures, and made pastors into slave masters.
Our first love is calling us back to practice.
Plan A was always plan BE:
to be the change
to be the church
to be God’s hands and feet
to be God’s justice standing in the street
They can kill a revolutionary, but can’t kill a revolution. They can’t stop our
movement if we always keep it moving.
When we remember how we, the church,
are called to be the church,
we’ll clothe and feed the people
who need the people of the church–
the kingdom can be within us and heaven can be on earth.
The church is living and breathing.
The church is birthing and bursting
with new life and new meaning.
The church is rising and thriving
and will flourish beyond four walls
when we’re building beyond the building
a world that works for all.
How can we, the Church, be the Church, through curiosity about the struggles, pains, and joys of the people around us?
Davis starts the poem by saying the church is dying, and ends with the church is rising. Church as we know it is changing. What might a resurrection of the church look like?