At our member meeting this week, Sojourn installed seven new elders. It was a time of great thankfulness and celebration as we praised the Lord for giving us more leaders. We love them and welcome their direction in our body of believers.
During the meeting, Michael Morgan recited a poem he wrote specifically for the installation, and it was crazy good. Here it is for your own reading. Thanks for being faithful to share your gifts with the church, Michael.
The Man of God
The man of God was crafted.
Knit in his mother’s womb
From flesh and bone and fertile soil,
And so was born.
The man of God was born.
The Word of God, a seed, was sown.
Spoken by faithful lips;
Tended by hands likewise faithful.
The man of God received.
The man of God received.
The thorns of Babel grew neck high.
Crows swept hungering down,
But the seed had grown in fertile soil,
And would not be undone.
It would not be undone.
The man of God, born far away;
The God of man sought after.
The Son of God, Christ, killed and raised,
His blood to bring men near.
The man of God brought near.
* * *
The man of God lived,
Wrought by trial. Held by living faith.
The man of God served,
Poured himself to strengthen the church.
The man of God led.
Following Christ, as others him.
* * *
Now the task.
Holy wisdom, first filling then uttered
God-shaped holes,
Hollow, aching, agape with rebellion,
Soundly filled.
Bone-soothing words point the downcast to joy.
Seasoned heirs:
Illumined word applied from weathered page.
Overseer,
Fill the holes.
To the task.
Earthy hands of a holy gardener
Planted vines,
Tended, nurtured, cultivated. But pruned.
Brought to fruit
By Master, through gardener. Watered, warmed.
Flourished root:
Strong, sweet, deep beneath Heaven’s living streams.
Overseer,
Tend the vines.
To the task.
Heav’n blueprinted holy architecture
Quarried stones,
Hewn from sooty pits by God’s lighted hand,
Placed with care;
Guided to their rest on the Cornerstone.
Walls and doors:
Christ’s cathedral of living sacrifice.
Overseer,
Place the stones.
Be equipped.
Take your staff. Urge Heaven’s flock to Glory!
Wield your staff
To strike out the teeth of serpentine wolves.
Overseer,
For your love of Christ, now, attend His sheep.
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