missionary shirt-clad
and
balancing tattered bible
on open hand
and this is when you come alive -
speaking jesus,
interpreter-by-your-side,
to the seekers on pews or benches or floor
this globe trekking wasn't on our horizon
speaking jesus,
interpreter-by-your-side,
to the seekers on pews or benches or floor
this globe trekking wasn't on our horizon
twenty-seven years ago
but god
opened us
so
but god
opened us
so
every time you leave for a
far-away-pulpit
Thanks for sharing this poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you for letting him go and receiving him back again, and thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteahhh...you know I LOVE:) I am here smiling the big smile knowing what a privilege it is to see my hubby come alive. I think there are few gifts that can be greater for a wife than to see our husbands pursue their calling with all of their hearts:) hugs:)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Kendal - what a privilege to see your dear husband through your eyes.
ReplyDeleteCan't think of any better type of coming alive! :)
ReplyDeleteOh that's awesome! My love comes alive when serving those in need and sharing the love of Christ through acts of kindness.
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