The Sad Love Story.

                                                                        
A  long time ago in a faraway Kingdom, the brothers and the sisters would wake-up excited for Sunday school, and looking forward to have lunch together after the preaching. Their biggest problem was to find the best building they could afford. But that was a long time ago...

Now, the struggle is to sit down in the same place with "such and such", and when the Lord's supper comes, if  they could still feel the Spirit speaking, they would miss those and the others, and would look around and weep over the empty pews and empty hearts.

I knew that time well myself and still  remember, just around Easter, the flowered skirts and dresses and the men in their Sunday's best getting together in a musty basement, rugs ripped, carpets stained, chairs mismatched ....but that was us, and in that humble setting I got saved, I was born again.

I  knew the days when the pastor was the uppermost authority. People trusted him, and he loved them. And I was the new convert older people prayed for. We were so pure and didnt even know. We sang older hymns and newer songs of worship, never knowing that amidst that ugliest building was a gloriously beautiful bride: us!

But, somewhere along the way we got bigger in numbers and smaller in heart. We got comfortable with better settings and uncomfortable with one another. And then everyone left and some remained, and the others who left went here and there and never found a home for them. And the remaining ones never missed them either...never looked around and wept  for the time of innocence and glory,  never cried out for the brothers and sisters that once were and now no more.

And so the hearts got even colder, and the eyes turned to marble floors and wood treatments, to anything that could numb the unknown pain of the vanishing Splendor and missing siblings. We will manage the building, we will manage the money, we will occupy ourselves...

And so we got comfortable with having and managing everything and uncomfortable with being managed and hearing anything...and that's how we let him go, our pastor...first in our hearts, then in our whispers, eventually it was done.

To be continued...