We are a people fast asleep…
Will someone please shake us up!
We gather like sheep huddled together for warmth
From a cold and lifeless existence.
We stand in slumber singing lullabies that lull us to sleep
Again; we call it ‘worship’.
We sit and spectate, listening to ‘sermons’.
They appease our spirits and energise our minds
Numbed by BBC and Sky.
We applaud the platitudes of the entertaining spectacles
Staged for us; we call it ‘church’.
We file out in a daze and wait for it to happen
All over again.
Then we wring our hands and pray prayers
That are overstretched and underbaked;
Wondering why it goes nowhere…
Please someone get me off this tedious merry-go-round!
But, there is Life somewhere…
Where did we miss it? How did we stray from that River that flows
Oh, so beautifully, incessant and free? Where is He?
Someone, please shake me up!
I need to wake up!
Wake up, wake up! Pull on your boots, Zion! Dress up in your Sunday best, Jerusalem, holy city! Those who want no part of God have been culled out. They won’t be coming along. Brush off the dust and get to your feet, captive Jerusalem! Throw off your chains, captive daughter of Zion!
Isaiah 52:1-2 The Message (MSG)
Elizabeth David, Nov. 2018
