SS102fm h/t the Deacons Bench.
and yet how much I love you!
and yet I owe more to you than to anyone.
and yet I need your presence.
and yet you alone have made me understand holiness.
more compromised, more false,
yet never have I touched anything
more pure, more generous or more beautiful.
I have felt like slamming the door of my soul in your face
– and yet, every night,
I have prayed that I might die in your sure arms!
even if not completely.
But I could not build one without the same defects,
for they are my defects.
it would be my church, not Christ’s church.