Below is a writing that was inspired by the above titled photo taken by Keith Trepanier that hangs in our coffee bar at church, and also in my livingroom.
he comes
Maybe to confess, maybe to grieve, maybe because he is so broken and hurt....in the middle of shopping, to provide for his family
he comes
To the place that he's only heard about through what seemed, far fetched tales...of a Man...who can heal him, a Man he can trust, a Man that loves him...if he would only
come.
He lives here, it is said...inside..."open the door....I love you...I promise" says the still small voice from nowhere it seems. "Just try...you are welcome here"
he tries the door...it is locked, he cannot pass through. "Just as I thought" he says "this Jesus can't be all they say he is...if so..why would they keep him hidden away behind massive wooden doors...which are locked" A sign of the times perhaps. "Is everyone broken like me"? he asks. the man speaks as if noone can hear him...as he falls to his knees before the doors "Jesus, if you are in there..please let me in" The still small voice says "I am in your heart..you don't have to come into this place to feel me with you...I Love you...Always have...No doors can ever block me from you"
The Future of Infused Arts
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