Living stones

Sunday worship this week in Living Stones church in Kilmartin got me reflecting:

Called to be living stones

Not half dead, buried under the weight of tradition

But fully alive

muscles and sinew and, above all breath

that rattles the foundations

breath that shakes the dead

breath that breaks out of the tombs

of modernism and post modernism

and christendom and post christendom

defying labels

bucking trends

surprising all over again

when folk are beyond surprises

expecting nothing and thus getting what they expect.

Living stones

that tear down walls

and come in gasps and giggles

to confront and astound stereotypes and pigeon holes.

Living stones 

getting under the skin

into the soul

rubbing away

proving an irritant

to those who like neatness and order.

for the old things have passed away

and everything is new.

The ancient is modern

and the circle is drawn

and the root of all sacredness 

and the ground of all mystery

pervades hearts of stone

until the whole earth shall cry glory

and the angels unearthed by the moving of stones

infect the world with life and love and spirit.

These are living stones.