spirit

I know that the Spirit is in this place.

In papers written.

In the silent meditation of Monday morning worship.

In pastoral roll play.

In between the frames.

In tales of best laid worship plans gone awry.

In a bishop's laughter.

In creative ways to enliven Christian education, enthusiastically shared.

In the wisdom of mentors.

In a vision of church parking lots filled.

In the balm of Gilead.

In hymns and hymns repeated.

In the wind of Pentecost.

In sermons of peers.

In a butterbean story.

In ONE baptism remembered.

In time devoted.

In miles travelled.

And in the laughter and fellowship.

Yes, I know that the Spirit is in that place called Licensing School.

Thank you all.