Streams of Comfort

This poem talks about both the difficulty and the beauty that we experience in the church body. I hope that you are comforted by God’s grace in forming us into a unified body with Christ as our head.

Why does no one have all the answers?
Why do each of us only have bits and pieces of the whole?
Each of us holds a puzzle piece,
That we struggle to place in a picture we form together.
I hear our struggle often in disagreements,
Pain caused by the faults and failings of one another,
And the inability to distinguish fake puzzle pieces from real ones,
A common occurrence when we strive to morph and resize our pieces,
In an attempt to fit them where they do not belong,
Because we desire to be valuable and important.
Despite all of this difficulty our hearts still call out to one another,
“Take me to church,”
Because we know that it is where we belong,
Right next to each other,
Becoming the picture Jesus has made us to be,
A body of many parts with him as the head.
Some of us opt to form the picture alone,
When the struggle becomes discouraging and too strong to bear.
But in the nighttime,
When our hearts beat slowly and our minds are at rest,
Even they still hear the soft whisper of their heart calling out,
“Take me to church,”
Because that is who we are,
And who we will be.
And soon, the ancient enemy that opposes us,
Will be removed,
And Jesus will guide our hands,
To place our pieces into their correct places,
With their various shapes and sizes.
And when we finally look onto the complete picture that the Lord has formed,
Our hearts will call out together in one voice,
“This is the Church”.
Our value, importance, and salvation, in Jesus.