Today I put my hands on these old bricks, bricks surrounding a place full of memories that stretch decades into my past. My past, but not my present.
I put my hands on these old bricks, asking blessing for those who do still have a “present” inside this building. I asked for healing of wounds, for encouragement.
I put my hands on these old bricks, my mind pushing back into the past. I joined the Spirit to ask blessing and presence, healing and hope, for all who once were part of the community inside. I asked God, in the present, to search out everyone from the past and break the pain from hurt. I asked God, in the present, to be living, vibrant, real, and honest with each one, wherever they are. I asked for God, in the present, to be a real presence for each one, beyond past experience (good and bad).
I put my hands on these old bricks, opening my past and my present to the Spirit’s searching and conviction and healing and guidance. Submitting. Pleading. Wondering. Longing.
I put my hands on these old bricks, thinking of the future. Asking God to work what I can’t imagine. Asking for healing and growth to spread even further than the pain and wounding and breaking. Asking that I, that we, not be dead to, not be defined by this past as we walk into the future.
May it be so, Lord Jesus.
Amen…..may love prevail.
I have a brick from that wall. I contemplate it often. Memories.
Yes. Matthew spontaneously wanted to play on the lawn when we were walking by it recently and I thought similar things, though not as eloquently. Thank you Gregg. Love you.
Yes. Matthew spontaneously wanted to play on the lawn when we were walking by it recently and as he played I thought similar things, though not as eloquently. Thank you, Gregg. Love you.
Thank you for sharing Gregg! There are many wounds that need healing. May your words spread and inspire love, forgiveness, and peace.
Bless you, my friend!