The Church


The church has some soul searching to do.

The physical
Building
Stands tall
Erect with
Pride
Its history
Stretching
Toward
The sky
Its steeple
Pointing up
Up and
Up at
Each cloud
Wandering
Over head
Seeing only
What
The Church
Chooses to
See

The sun is
Dedicated to
Its Calling
Looking
Inward at
The Church
Attempting to
Illuminate
The stained glass
Stories
Of Passion
Promise
Redemption
And stewardship
All polished
Presented and
cared for
All
For
The world to
See

But what are we seeing?

Within
The doors
Politics
Reign and
The hard
Cold
Business of
Putting
Dollar before
Person has
Infiltrated
The sacred
Heart blood of
This church
expressed in
its living
Motto of
Being gathered in
Love and
Service for
Justice and
Peace—
They are fading.

Broken
Crushed
The soul of
This church is
In crisis and
No story
Composed
Through
Imagination or
Window can
Fix
The reality
Facing
You

You have
Lost
Your soul.

You have
Hid in
The corners
Out of
Sight from
Truth to
Prevent
Talk and
Chatter
While you
Formulated
A strategy to
Remove
The problem as
You see it—
A person
A friend
An activist
And a heart of
Gold was
Blindsided by
Your petty
Belief that
Business is
Business and
What is
Best for
The church is
Business

Spiritual
Practice is
Not theory
It can’t be
Removed as
A means of
Convenience for
Your benefit
And life
Can’t be
Run like
A business

A country isn’t
A business
And neither is
A church

Yet
A deeper
Infliction
Exists

Listen

If you
Have ears to
Hear

Listen

Listen
And
You will
Hear in
The falsehood
The presence of
The living
Truth

You will
Hear it as
The sun
Drifts now
From its highest
Point and
Begins losing
Its strength
Fading from
The sky
The steeple
No longer
Able to
Reach up
Up and
Up to
Touch
The orb of
Hope and
Truth
Listen

Listen as
The fall
Arrives

Listen and
You will
hear in
A voice
Echoing
Within
The sacred
Sanctuary of
Love and
Justice on
Sunday
Mornings
The crafting of
A false tale of
Good service and
Sacrifice and
Sorrow of
Moving on
Will be
Told

What will
Not be heard is
The truth of
What happened as
The sun
Lost
Its strength

The head of
The church
Needed
A sacrifice to
Insolate
Itself from
Poking and
Prodding at
What is
Hidden and
Benefits
It the most
It’s not
Without
Name or
Blame
Nothing
Happens
Here
Without
The persuasion of
Him

I know the name
You know the name

The church
Can silence
The people
Asking
Questions and
Making
Noise but
It can’t
Silence
The passing of
Time
Nor
The voice of
Truth.

The walls of the church stand tall
The steeple is still reaching up for
Something

But inside
The spines of
Many in
Positions of
Influence are
Weak and
Unwilling to
Own
What
Really
Needs
Repair

If you want to kill the snake
Cut of its head

In the last
Few years
The Church has
Been in decline
The mental
Acuity of
Its head is
In question

It is not
The body of
The church in
Crisis but
Rather
Its emergency
Relates to
What
The body
Carries
Placed up
Perched
High
Resting on
The work of
Others—
The problem is above the shoulders.

On repeat is
The redundancy of
Perpetuating
A myth
The truth is
This legend has
Seen
Its day

If you
Want to
Cure
The disease
The disease is
With
Him

It is the problem.

And as
the sun
Sets today
Look toward
The illuminated
The truth
Shining through
Each window of
the Church
There in
Its history are
The life lessons which
Do not fade
Look into
Them
Understand
See
Listen
Then
Turn
Inward and
Search.

This Church
Your Church has some soul seeking to do.

Christa A. Lamb, June 13, 2017