Inside Out

Someone on Facebook wrote the verse," I was glad when they said unto me, let us go into the house of the Lord."

Immediately, a Sunday School song with those words, clicked into my head and I sang the simple tune from beginning to end. I hadn't thought of the song for probably 50 years. The words conjured up a modest little church with mint green painted  walls with lots of windows and shining wooden benches (that we used to slide up and down to polish) and a painted Bible on the wall behind the pulpit which read "Thy word is a lamp unto my path." Come Sunday it was filled with a community of loving people - friends, neighbors, family who sang hymns, prayed, meditated, yes and prescribed behavior and mores.

Now my "house of the Lord" is wider. Physically, Sunday may find me walking around a lake which sparkles with sunshine, the quiet broken by the swish of a heron, or the dip of a canoe paddle. And the community of faith may happen at the Information Desk; with a colleague in the lunch room, my spouse, a neighbor; anywhere, really.

The House of the Lord has relocated.