I stepped across the threshold and I was immediately taken back to high school. The building back then was a Christian book store and almost every payday I'd jump in my Ford Escort and head to the big city to find a new tape. Music, full of words that drenched my soul in Him. The place where I was standing now, is that place. And I feel Him unfold my thoughts as I fumble with my lens, trying so hard to be good at something.. capturing light in a dark place.
It's there, in this building that I meet the men that He has chosen to carry the torch forward, and I am in awe of the sparkle of light that I catch in their eyes. Men that see through the darkness surrounding them, wanting once again to offer the Light to souls who come to the city for nourishment.
I fail miserably at capturing the light with my lens, but is that my purpose?
I had come to capture what was in that building. The before. The Light.
I had come to capture the Word.
"The unfolding of your words gives light;
it imparts understanding to the simple."
Psalm 119:130
I discover that the Word made flesh is right before my eyes. He has come and the building is twitching with excitement. Yes, it's in need of great repair. A total makeover. But isn't that what's needed whenever the Word becomes new?
A fresh drenching of the Light. Washing clean what once was. Giving understanding to the people who thirst. The Word, casting Light in the darkness. It's what captures me.
This building, it's holy ground, and as I walk around, carefully stepping in the darkness that surround me I'm certain I hear God's whisper..
"This Cornerstone.. it's Mine, and I'm drenching it in my Word."
2 comments:
I am weeping for what it was...the Light you found there, and the Light I only pretended to know. The state that the building is in, is a little like what my heart must have looked like.And praise be to God that Light will shine again! Thank you for sharing. I can't wait to see what God will do!
me either! :)
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