It’s hard to know what that is —
when it’s a spotlight
that heats up a prophet’s fervor.
When ardency kindles with a microphone
and holiness is this blazing performance for audience and applause.
But what is that,
that zealous ember in the dark,
when a woman wipes the drool from her father’s chin
and carries him down the hall to the toilet,
when a mother lays down bits of her singular life
to wash the bowls and the underwear of the teenager calling her a whore
and a missionary bends in a jungle, a brothel, a slum
and nobody applauds?
Are sacrifices the secret, sacred rites
that are gifts
offered with no thought of
return on investment,
given in the dark
when the only light is
and your one flaming heart?
Who’s defining the terms when it’s an honor to be awarded
and a sacrifice to be called by God?
I do confess to wondering this —
if the call isn’t so much about carrying your Cross across a lit stage
but down the Via Dolorosa
and if the truth of it is
that the word altar comes from the Latin ‘altus’ meaning high —
because the realest altars burn
where only Heaven sees.
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Next week, as we walk with Him towards Easter, might we consider: The Practice of Sacrifice. We look forward to your thoughts, stories, ideas….
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