Monday, October 17
I’m re-reading yesterday’s church bulletin.
Well, it’s not really a bulletin.
A bulletin outlines an order of service,
tells one what to expect.
We didn’t know what to expect when we
decided to drive into downtown
Fort Lauderdale to visit.
The building itself takes up what must be
half a block. It’s a yellow cake topped
with a vanilla frosted steeple that
stretches to the clouds.
We were directed into a packed-out
parking lot, shaken, and hugged.
We didn’t expect that.
Our “bulletin” was simply an outline
of the sermon titled,
“Climbing to get the right view”
and focused on the fifth beatitude.
“Blessed are the merciful,
for they shall receive mercy.”
The pastor reminded us of the
good Samaritan, the hated one,
the one who, moved by compassion,
extended second-mile mercy
to one lying robbed and injured
on his journey.
Nobody would have expected that.
We didn’t have a bulletin for this journey
Six months ago, we didn’t even know we’d be taking one.
There were no expectations.
We have no expectations.
What we need now is a higher view
and the right outline.