It rained. All of heaven swept down upon him. He stepped inside for shelter from the onslaught. His homemade covering was little protection. He was just a small boy carrying a shield of his own making. It was held together
with what he could find in the world around him. It was
frail. Temporary. Flimsy. He needed something stronger.
with what he could find in the world around him. It was
frail. Temporary. Flimsy. He needed something stronger.
The Cathedral was gold, inside and out. Also flimsy. Also temporary. It was made of the world around them, though it was beautiful. They needed something stronger.
And there it was, surrounding them, a temple of the brotherhood of man. This one was not made of the things of this world, but the things of God.
The whole place was armor. A golden shield like his, made of the people who worshiped there and everywhere, a weapon that brings life not death. His heart wasn't troubled anymore, though he stood in the open for all the world to see and the rain still came down. It couldn't touch him.
The importance of Christian fellowship, the shield of faith... Your lovely story says a lot, Sandi:)
ReplyDeleteNice vision.
ReplyDeleteI like this! Our church is not really the building, but the people. Where two or more of you are gathered, there am I!
ReplyDeleteSo true!☺
DeletePsalm 3:3 English Standard Version (ESV)
ReplyDelete3 But you, O Lord, are a shield about me,
my glory, and the lifter of my head.
Amen, Ellen!
DeleteAnother well written piece!
ReplyDeleteAmen
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteSo beautifully written and gives you a comfort for your soul and heart!
ReplyDeleteOh this is one of those deep blogs I see. Thought provoking. ☺️
ReplyDeleteWell said. Amen! Janice
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteI love your stories, they are profound.
ReplyDeletethe last line made my eyes teary dear Sandi !
ReplyDeleteyou have mastery over your expressions ,so well said
Gostei e aproveito para desejar a continuação de uma boa semana.
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Dedais de Francisco e Idalisa
O prazer dos livros
This is beautifully moving, Sandi. Loved it!
ReplyDeleteBlessings!
Thank you Sandi. Blessings, xoxo, Susie
ReplyDeleteBelíssimo texto, Sandi! Parabéns! Deus é amor! Então: Deus seja louvado! Grande abraço! Laerte.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful story.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sandi.
ReplyDeleteGod bless.
You write powerful and lovely stories, Sandi, pieces that always make me think!
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