Alongside that, there is a real movement in what i feel called to do with the church. I did the kids work last night and absolutely loved it. I'm so ready to be as involved as i can be, so happy to dive back into the possible politics and policy and prayer. I really can't wait for next Friday to show my parents the little community. I likened it's job to that of a painter, not the impressive painter who gets to produce a spectacle image, but the primer. The canvass is stretched but it's material needs preparation before the real masterpiece can start.
Perhaps it's quite fitting then that i keep being drawn back to reading Acts right now. Being surprised afresh at the way the mundane and the supernatural mix so fluidly. The arguments about sharing, the people who fall asleep at the wrong moments, the doors that forget to be unlocked, all sit alongside heavenly theatre and abounding miracles that seem to surprise the ones asking for them too. The way this church, this early movement, seems to be a nameless, unruly cacophony of discord and yet it changes the face of the planet through it's actions. i love the name it gives itself in Jeruselem, the freed men. I think that's how we are feeling right now. The freed men, free to walk forward.