A poem by ACC member P.C. Moorehead to buoy us on the journey:
“Where two or three are gathered in my name, there I am in the midst of them” (Mt 18:20)
Welcomed and welcoming, we come to the table,
We gather to take bread, to bless and be blessed.
We present ourselves to You, or Presence divine.
We are the needy, the poor, the people of the tenements and streets.
We hunger; we seek. Emotionally, physically, we long to be free.
We want to become the blessing You mean us to be.
You reside in us; yet, we stumble, mumble, gripe and complain.
Defects wear on us, and,derelict, we step down from doing our best.
We are blessed; yet, broken too, broken through.
We are a neighborhood of persons, a threeness in oneness.
We want order, not chaos, peace, not conflict, strength, not weakness.
We want to hold the tension of differing.
The suffering of the way, the suffering of the why
are ours to accept, but we wonder, “Will we accept?”
We long for a new place, a house of light, delight, joy and right.
We long for a collective Epiphany, growing into a glowing Pentecost.
We want to be Your disciples and express Your plenitude.
We say “yes” to Your requests and bow to the mystery of Your desire
We know that our everyday activities will ease pain and create pain.
We give and are given. We share and care. We speak the language of family.
Our house becomes a home, and, here, all can reside, all can abide.
This is the vision envisioned: the house, home, garden, and yard,
the universe of Yous, where all are welcomed, all are accepted.
Here are women and men, married and single, old and young, rich, poor, and other.
This universe is for everyone, and in it, we see You face to face:
the burnt, the hurt, the scorched, the seared, the scarred,
the just, the joyful, the happy, the challenged, the sure.
In this universe, we lift the fallen, visit the lonely, feed the hungry.
We are bread: blessed, broken, given, and eaten.
We are church. We are here. We are Yours.
We are the blessing You mean us to be.
Yes! We are the blessing we are meant to be.
This is jubilee. Whee! We are meant to be. Yes!