Grey and Tired

The old man sits in the pew, has been doing it a long time. The attendance was falling, had been for sometime, then a regeneration began, it stopped too, then came the lock down. He holds his gray hairs in his palms. He has become acquainted with the new social fashion, the electric networks, handy in the beginning then they end up trying to control your life, and they try to patent your email, we got you first, second click goes to us, meanwhile, does being a prisoner sound different.

Grey and tired slips onto his knees, they creak, he has been doing it a long time. Guidance he prays, guidance. The leadership he relied upon is missing. Cults within the body of His church want to control it all, they peddle all sorts of stories, they are selling it out with anxiety and fear. Didn’t Jesus say it simply’ Hold firm and be a good Samaritan to the very end, amen.

Whatever the faith road, the good choices and the dodgies, you have to risk sometimes. A young woman enters the sanctuary, makes her way to the candles, she has a few lights, prayers she wants heard. He lifts his head, she has three candle in her hands, what’s she waiting for. Peace for Gods children and peace to the world, he hears her sigh. The old man gets up, in one go, full of energy. Light footed, he pops down to the candles, lights one of his own.

Keep on going, when it gets tough, remind yourself of the words of Jesus, it’s not always easy, amen.

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