Myself and my three friends were sitting in a dark room. We
were unused, ignored... empty. Just six days ago hands were all over me. So I
was feeling used and abused until a glimmer of light silhouetted me in the
dark. In walked a stranger toward me, toward us. He carried us out of the
shadow and into the light to centre stage. It seems that we are featured under
the lights. As the music played and the holy words were spoken we knew our five
minutes of fame were approaching. The music was rising to a crescendo as we
were lifted to our place of honour. The hands held us as though we were sacred.
They turned for the crowd to see as they decorated us with their riches. It had
begun, as we were on parade for all to see. Immediately someone tried to
upstage those who had previously decorated me. Another tried to fool me with
empty offering for all to see. I found myself beside one who had little to
benefit me. But she dug into her meagre means to bless me abundantly. In that
moment I realized it wasn't about the spotlight on me. There was a greater
power at work in this show that anyone could sense. Then there was one who
dropped his head in shame as I came his way. The one who led me, passed him over
despising the man’s lack. From all
appearances he was rugged and worn, it was clear he was feeling as I did
previously ; used, abused, and empty. My calling was clear as I jerked from the
hands that held me. I flipped myself, an offering plate, emptying all the
riches bestowed upon me. They landed in those hands, rugged and worn, where it
was truly needed. This is church...
co-written by
Leighton & Lance Schubert
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