Fulfilled (be)longing is a tree of life!




When all is said and done 
When the lights dim 
And the music fades 
What is left? 

Father God, the Beginning and the End 
Author, Giver and Creator of life 
Owner of the cattle on a thousand hills 
Righteous, real, just and true 

At His right hand, His Son 
Our Saviour, Champion of all champions 
Who died and rose to redeem Billy Graham and Jeffrey Epstein 
Elohim - powerful Creator and Ruler of the universe 

He left His Spirit to dwell in us 
Through all ages 
Until the very end of time 
So that we are never without Him 

How can His church be the loneliest place ever? 
Decades of searching for community 
In a city with a church on every corner 
Could well have been 100 years in the Siberian outlands 

Women are inferior to men 
Silenced into submission 
Trapped in holy misogynistic false doctrine  
Imaginary healings and Hollywood performances 

In her search for community and friendship 
She became a skeletal shadow 
Parched, malnourished and misshapen 
Yearning for the water of true community and friendship 

Then it happened, in the most unlikely place 
A true God-fearing man offered her a drink of water 
He welcomed her, knowing that she had once turned her back  
On her church, her people and her language 

No spiritual manipulation, no judgment 
No telling her that she cannot be who she was created to be 
No bullshit, no hoops, just endless grace & loving patience 
Like CocaCola - the real deal 

DCMJ, thank you for your friendship 
The skeletal shadow is transforming 
Into the redeemed pioneer she was designed to be 
Having finally found true belonging in a real community 

DCMJ, because of your reminder 
That the King still has one more move left 
She knows that when the lights dim and the music fades 
That King is all she needs!

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