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This is how I see others:

The Church of the Moment

I stop and wave to the driver

Before I cross the street.

To pick up some provisions,

And chat a while with the clerks.

Susan comes to assist me

to find an item I'm missing

As I thank her she laughs

and flashes a smile.

The small things we share

In an instant of time

A smile and a handshake

my, you're sure looking fine

Could the patterns we trace

In a single day's run

Embroider a cloth of a

Righteous congregation

Could a matter of seconds

In life's endless movement

Open the door

To a church of the moment.

These casual encounters

can light daily candles.

Close up the distances

warm up our souls.

A stranger offers help,

a gesture of kindness.

So direct and sincere

flashes of grace

The small things we share

In an instant of time

Won't you please have this seat

The pleasure's all mine

These connections we form

While we go on our ways

Greeting folks old and new as we

Pass through our days

Just a matter of seconds

In life's endless movement

Can open the door

To a church of the moment.

Malcolm McKinney 2022

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"It is in seeing the other where the birthplace of connection resides." Yowza!! This nails it.

And you follow up with "It is here where belonging happens - not because of shared ideologies - but belonging in simply being".

Excellent words and powerful statements. Amen, good Sir.

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