Saturday, 28 June 2014

2029

I guess there are moments when every church member feels their church has lost its way! This reflection derives from one such moment. Hopefully the Holy Spirit will not let our Western churches fall into the bleak scenario implicit in this prose poem before the rescue imagined here. OR... should the title be set five, ten years earlier?


They came
to a nation dulled of its sense of God;
to a nation whose churches had died from their introspection
and middleaucratisation.

They came with nothing:
no wealth, no power, no slick publicity machine.
nothing but their powerlessness
and their fervent joy at the Good News they brought:
their belief that a man on a Cross had transformed their lives,
reaching out to them
in their oppressed and otherwise hope-less
day-to-day existence.

They brought no intellectual theology,
but a straight-forward story-telling,
which had settled deep in the hearts
of even those among them
who had been liars, cheats, drunkards, thieves and worse.

They came and a spark was quickly fanned into a flame
which swept this desperate nation,
contorted by its comprehensive lust for power and comfort,
wealth and fame.

They once more revolutionised a sick and sad society
by their amazing witness
to the love of
Jesus Christ, Son of God, Saviour,
preached by those who had been dismissed as
"From the Third World".