A woman finds a lost coin. She holds it up. She says, “look at this coin that I have found. It has the utmost value to me.”
What if we did the same to everyone that we met? What if, in our interactions, we held them up. We said, “look at this person I met today. They are of the utmost value to me.”
Don’t we long for that, to be treated in that way?
I love that the Greek word for God’s love for us is agápē
Because, when you remove all the markers above the letters,
you get agape-
like mouth agape, heart agape, mind agape,
God’s love for us is so beyond our comprehension
that it should leave us with our jaw hanging down,
we ought to be scratching our heads and
falling to our knees in awe of it.
Likewise, when we love like He loves,
we should illicit the same response.
We’re talking blow-your-mind awesome.
Our love should be so righteous, so pure,
so unexpectedly right
that it leaves a mark, makes a difference,
changes the world, if only a little bit.
There, my friends, is our benchmark.
Time to thrive.
Joy Moss started Asheville Beer and Hymns.
She lives up to her name,
a true beam of sunlight amongst clouds.
Every time we play music,
music is always secondary to community-building.
Our mission is higher than what we do,
It is who we are, to each other and to God.
Thank you God for the job I have,
the chance to recoup the losses,
regain the wealth I so foolishly squandered.
Yet, even still, I miss people,
hearing their stories,
making eye contact with the living.
If it is possible, return me to my former self,
or better even, if it is Your will.
We are orphans,
having no home
yet always desiring to see the Father
we have never seen.
“Come with us,” we say,
“for one day we shall be reunited,
although we are separated from each other.
At least we have each other until that day comes.”
I see you smile at me after our hug
a true warmth glinting in your eyes
My lips betray me, saying, “time to go,”
When now I desire to stay much longer.
The people are leading now,
with their voices,
They don’t needed to be steered,
forcibly guided by instrumentation.
I set my guitar down and sing with them,
the sensation is like setting my bare feet
in a cool stream,
I can feel my soul revived,
flowing downward for miles and miles
Until we finally meet the sea,
become one, evaporate
and ascend into the heavens
to sing once more.