The pastor, in the makeshift
pulpit
standing before us,
beginning to speak,
at the lectern, far from the
vaulted ceilings,
far from the stain glassed
sanctuary
his “normal” setting for
worship
for preaching, for sharing
the Word
Speaking effusively,
lovingly of
vacation from work; but, for
him,
A feast of worship, in a
distant place
away from daily duty, cares
of his flock
when he could allow the
Word, in worship
to rain down on him in a
banquet, a feast of worship
Drinking in the living water
in many churches,
many traditions in a single
weekend
Able to immerse himself in
the healing,
the grace of the time in
fellowship, communion
with the saints gathered in
worship,
rich and ever new. drinking
in the glory of God
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edited May 30, 2014
A Feast of Worship – v2
February 24, 2008
A Feast of Worship
Walk to Emmaus
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