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Imagine.

A world.

Affected.

One moment.

One person.

One act at a time.

Imagine ordinary people.

I.

You.

Living.

For more than our daily bread.

It is Sunday in my Christian world.  Everywhere Christian families are preparing for another service.  Meticioulously prepared.  To be delivered.  Inside a building.  With song.  A whole lot of words.  Emotion.  Inspiration.  Rememberance & encouragement.  Money collected.  Perhaps new intention errected.

Imagine all these thousands of people.

Accross the world.

Affect.

Their world.

One moment.

One person.

One act at a time.

Imagine us.

Living for more than our own.

Need.

Imagine people reaching.

Out.

In love.

Instead of desperation.

To people.

Instead of stuff.

Imagine how different our world would be.

Everywhere they are up in arms about Monsanto & genetically modified food.  About the disconnection of industrialization.  The tiresomeness of being sheeple.

And we get up.

And we strive.

Work.

Survive.

Barely.

Imagine we wake up.

To life.

Connected.

Through grace.

In love.

With our Origin.

One moment.

One person.

One act at a time.

Imagine everywhere lawns replaced with gardens.

Mowers replaced with spades, tending vegetables.

Imagine reaping abundance.

To share.

Imagine everywhere.

Schools.

In those empty buildings.

Now filled with laughter.

Children.

Becoming.

Everything they were created to be.

As we share.

Love.

Who made.

From nothing.

Exquisite.

Imagine.

One moment.

One person.

One act at a time.

Being that love.

By reaching.

To the lady who washes the dishes.

Who tediously rings the till.

Who packs the shelves.

Who sweeps the floor.

To her child.

Her son.

Her daughter.

Imagine we touching.

Affecting.

Including.

One moment.

One person.

One act at a time.

Imagine how different I would be.

How different our society would be.

Imagine community.

A new kind of community.

Not surviving.

Thriving.

Imagine.

Life.

With meaning.

Connected.

Beyond screens.

And quiet desperation.

And unspoken fear.

Imagine you & I, from what has come alive in us, living beyond ourselves.

Beyond accumelation.

Imagine starting a business.

To create a profit.

To make a difference.

Instead of accumelating wealth.

Comfort.

To care for families.

Instead of using resources.

Imagine paying tax.

To improve our communal state.

Instead of growing power.

I imagine this is why your Jesus came.  Why God created.  Why a Spirit was given.  So that we may be.

Living.

For each other.

Instead of for ourselves.

Imagine all these people.

Huddled together.

Living outward.

Not for some gain.

Just to give.

Abundantly.

Imagine us.

Being.

More.

In this moment.

Imagine we touch.

The ones so close to us.

Whom we’ve kept at a distance.

Imagine this world.

Infected with a Love.

Affected.

As you & I see more.

Than our own daily struggle.

Imagine this Sunday morning.

Reverends & Pastors & Rabbis encouraging people to get up.

To leave.

To live.

Where they are.

Doctors to heal for the sake of healing.

Teachers to teach, for the sake of children.

Farmers to farm so that people may be fed.

Builders to build so that people may have homes.

Media to print & broadcast & publish so that people may become.

Musicians to play & artists to create so that we may be reminded of who we are.

Beautiful.

Immense.

In His image.

Image.

Image – ine.

We become.

What we were created for.

An us.

May we become.  More.  This day.  May we become a tide.  Of love.  And grace.  Affecting.  One moment.  One person.One act at a time.  From our connection with the One Person.  Who is everything, we were created to be.

He had no home.

No wealth.

No wife.

No child.

He had no pension.

No transport.

No healthcare plan.

No fortune.

No security.

Or accumelated wealth.

He had no plan.

To own.

Or find comfort.

Imagine us.

Transformed.

To live beyond the figments we’ve created.

May I become.

(s)He.

Alive.

May I be.

As (s)He.

Imagine how different our world would be.

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