Oh God!
There is a stirring in my soul:
rebellion against the man made in the God-made.
A wrestling.
Arm entwined with arm and leg versus leg
and body pressed to body,
A to and fro affair of restless questioning.
And wondering.
And seeking.
A desire to become the archetype:
what was meant to be or originally intended.

I press. There is a prize.
My fingers reach but ne’er do touch the gold.
Not yet.

- Bruce. 2012. August.

My mind is a plethora, no, a flood of questions. They are questions of the soul:

What is church? And why do many churches today look very different to the accountable and authentic, deeply relational communities, focused on God: loving him and seeking him, of which we read in Acts 2?

When did our love of money and things become more important than our neighbour’s need – to the extent that we have to think twice before sacrificing in order that they can have?

When did our faith become institutionalised, governed and defined by man?

When did our One life (spiritualemotionalphysical) diverge into three distinct and different paths?

When did we start convincing ourselves that Jesus didn’t really mean it when he said, “truly, I say to you, as you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to me.”?

When did we start valuing the clichés of man over the powerful Word?

When did mediocrity become the norm?

Don’t you know
They’re talkin’ bout a revolution
It sounds like a whisper…

- Tracey Chapman