Basilica
I’ll miss your message. I’ll miss your music. And I’ll miss your fellowship.
Memories came swarming back, as vivid as a photo album. It was page after page of wrenching joy and heartbreak. So many things…
I’m so sorry… I’m sorry I wasn’t as active as I should’ve been. I’m sorry, God, I’m the sluggard. My remorse pounds away. Not that I would have changed your sovereign plan… but the game’s over, and I didn’t leave it all on the field.
We are a body, and like any body, we’re capable of hurting. Now my heart bleeds. I tried to be there when yours did too, can you be there for me? I’m not sure how exactly to hurt this way, and I wasn’t sure I was going to hurt this way… But now it’s here, and I know just how much you mean to me. Please don’t leave me.
If I could, I would hold you. Or let you hold me. Squeezing with no intention of letting go. Til your shoulder was drenched and my sobs ended. And I may long to embrace you forever, even as we separate. BUT AT LEAST YOU SET ME ON MY FEET!
Thank you God, Heavenly Father, King of Kings, for Basilica, and allowing it to function as you have ordained bodies should.
Yours,
Stephen
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