Bricks

Standing at attention the spire reached from the city sidewalk and pierced the sky like a beacon of hope. Mesmerized I stood there and looked at the mass of bricks and mortar fashioned in the shape of a gothic steeple. One couldn't help but notice that each brick seemed to blend into another as the wall took on a tapestry look against the late afternoon sun.

Upon closer inspection it wasn't a morphous mass of bricks, but rather individual bricks making up the majestic structure.

One brick. Another brick. And then another, and before you realized it a wall took shape against the sky.

One brick.

It has caused me to think about the concept of one. One. One brick. One person. One moment. One story. One.

What is it about one that makes me think that we are alone? What is it about one that makes us think that we can do it by ourselves?

We are in the middle of a series of renewal moments in the life of the church that I attend. Last night one of the leaders asked a poignant question. In a time of exceptional evil, what are you doing that is exceptional?

The question made me realize that I am not alone. I am not one...alone. He is with me. Then I felt like a brick. A single solitary brick.

Then it hit me. I am part of the wall with others who stand for His Kingdom and against the powers of darkness.

Isaiah had the picture..."you will be called a repairer of Broken Walls..." 58:12 (The Message)

What if my life is a brick? What if my life is to be placed in broken walls so that the wall is strengthened and others are strengthened?

I am just wondering...