After the jazz service last night and my exploration into improvisation in the spirit … one of our members passed on this poem by Rumi. It is a classic:
God picks up the reed flute world and blows.
Each note is a need coming through one of us, a passion, a longing pain.
Remember the lips where the wind-breath originated, and let your note be clear.
Don’t try to end it.
Be your note.
I’ll show you how it’s enough:
Go up on the roof at night in this city of the soul.
Let everyone climb on their roofs and sing their notes!
Sing loud!
Tonight we brought the three year song of our alternative Sunday evening service, CORE, to an close. Our service of remembrance and hope included reflections on beginnings and endings, the way the spirit blows and the unfinished path none of us know. We told stories of spirit moments we shared and people who passed through and pitched their tents with us for a season.
And after the three years of creation God said … it is good.
An alternative option will incarnate differently this fall – as one of our series of Sabbath services on Saturday nights. The Alternative option will land on the second Saturday of each month at 5:00 p.m. in the Loft of Broadway Christian Church. It will join the Saturday night ranks of our Bluegrass service (first Saturday at Rocheport) and Jazz service (third Saturday at Rocheport).
Let everyone climb on their roofs and sing their notes!
Sing loud!
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