Certified Organic

Organic- that is the only word I find fits what is happening on Friday mornings. Organic, not as in no pesticides or chemicals, not that kind. Organic like a seedling growing into a tree, a flower making way for a pear, an earthworm aerating the soil...you know, organic.

Last Friday, as Jimmy led us all in a few worship songs, one of the men came and knelt under the gazebo, on the cold dirty cement which caused many more including me to worship on our knees. Even Connie, the lady who makes the soup every week came and knelt.(her knees locked for a bit and she couldn't get up so the men came and held her up 'til she could stand). As the sun beat on my face and the cold air swept through my clothes the tears just came.

We were a church in the most organic sense...a living, breathing organism whispering the song to the Lord under the gazebo. All sense of 'being watched' vanished as we became one body. O for a month of Fridays...
Today two men gave their lives to the Lord. They came and prayed with Jimmy.
R. was there today. He doesn't look good. The whites of his eyes are very yellow. He is suffering with his seizures. He cries when we tell him how much he is loved by God and by us. But he is trapped in an addiction that is taking his life...what will happen to R? He lost his mom recently and has never been able to cope with it. Pray for R, please...the enemy of our souls must not win. Will you stand with me as I fight for R. in the spirit?

A lady came today for the first time...I will call her C. A dear friend who was with me today knows her and she told me a little about C's life. Many years ago one of her daughters died by accidental drowning. C broke and was never the same. She has a fierce love for the Lord. Her husband is very abusive. C did not come because she is homeless. She has a home and a family. I do not know why she was there today but we got to pray with her as she released some things to the Lord. A minute later, while we were not paying attention she was gone.

If I could, there would be churches like this one all over this town. I can't make it happen but I am stirred to get very quiet again that I may hear Him....there is hope for the lost and I want to be there when they grasp it.
In my next post I am leaning towards sharing my heart concerning worship...I have been in a conversation with a friend about this and thought I would jot down what has been developing from that.
Til then, bless...