photo by UNHCR / flickr |
Once upon a time when was Pastor we took in 13 Vietnamese refugees. I think it did more for us than it did for them. One of our members provided a house. The WMU--God bless them--took these folk on for a project and showered them with love and supplies. I don't know where they or their children are today--but I hope they remember a church on College Avenue in South Carolina that took them in when they had no other place to go.
Reckon churches everywhere ought to follow this church in Fort Worth (of all places) Texas?
I remember a Poem Ernie Campbell, then Pastor of the Riverside Church once quoted. It is still current and challenging today.
What, finally, shall we say
In the last moment
When we will be confronted
By the Unimaginable,
The One
Who could not be measured
or contained
In space or time
Who was Love
Unlimited?
In the last moment
When we will be confronted
By the Unimaginable,
The One
Who could not be measured
or contained
In space or time
Who was Love
Unlimited?
What shall we answer
When the question is asked
About our undeeds
Committed
In his name—
In the name of him
For whose sake we promised
To have courage
To abandon everything?
When the question is asked
About our undeeds
Committed
In his name—
In the name of him
For whose sake we promised
To have courage
To abandon everything?
Shall we say
That we didn’t know—
That we couldn’t hear the clatter
Of hearts breaking—
Millions of them—
In lonely rooms, in alleys
and prisons
And in bars?
That we didn’t know—
That we couldn’t hear the clatter
Of hearts breaking—
Millions of them—
In lonely rooms, in alleys
and prisons
And in bars?
Shall we explain
That we thought it mattered
That buildings were constructed
And maintained
In his honor—
That we were occupied
With the arrangements
Of hymns and prayers
And the proper, responsible way
Of doing things?
That we thought it mattered
That buildings were constructed
And maintained
In his honor—
That we were occupied
With the arrangements
Of hymns and prayers
And the proper, responsible way
Of doing things?
Shall we tell him
That we had to take care
Of the orderly definition
of dogmas
So that there was no time
To listen to the
sobbing
Of the little ones
Huddled in corners
Or the silent despair
Of those already beyond
sobbing?
That we had to take care
Of the orderly definition
of dogmas
So that there was no time
To listen to the
sobbing
Of the little ones
Huddled in corners
Or the silent despair
Of those already beyond
sobbing?
Or, shall we say this, too:
That we were afraid—
That we were keeping busy
with all this
To avoid confrontation
Wih the reality of his
meaning
Which would lead us to
repentance—-
That it was fear that
kept us
Hiding in church pews
And in important boards
and committees
When he went by?
That we were afraid—
That we were keeping busy
with all this
To avoid confrontation
Wih the reality of his
meaning
Which would lead us to
repentance—-
That it was fear that
kept us
Hiding in church pews
And in important boards
and committees
When he went by?
—Ursula Solek
photo by UNHCR / flickr --Roger Lovette /rogerlovette.blogspot.com |
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