Nice cliques

The work looked great! The new front and back was a wonder to behold. All the doubts had been answered. All the questions had been comforted. The end was nigh and all was spry!

Then it wasn’t.

Two other experts said not a wonder but a blunder from start to the end. Look at there. See that here. This is how to.  And this is how not. This is how should be.  And this is so not. This is just lazy.  And that is just bad. That bit is wrong.  And this bit just sad.

“How so wrong when you said so right?”

The first man said of the work so bad. The first man said I’d deemed it all new and spry. The first man said why now did I cry.  The first man said you are having a laugh. The first man said so do your worst – your two other experts just want your cash – your two other experts think they’re flash. The first man said he had taken legal advice. The first man became increasingly not nice.

The work looked great until I knew what to see. The work looked great when just the first man and me. He the expert and me so not. He the master and me the clot. And now we live with work so not spry. Now we live with work that makes us cry. Work to be done again from scratch at our cost. Work to be done which hurts our hearts a lot. Work we thought fine and now have lost.

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I hear reasons for going to church. I hear reasons for not walking alone. I used to think them fine and full of good sense. Now I think differently and this is how –

Walking alone you walk with your God. You may go wrong, but you’ll find out before too long. Walk with too many, and you might never reach where you wanted to got.

But walk with just one other and you’d better pick well.

Or else you might be left with a very bad smell. The smell of disguise from a wolf dressed as lamb. The stench of a mark stripped, then emptied, left numb.

My God desires, invites and then waits. So I might not notice if I walk in nice cliques.   For they demand, then oblige and then bill. A bill of owing for a new life of tithe. A life that (so often) un-notices one who desires invites and waits.

I don’t know if church is the place to go. I don’t know that walking with many comes free. I do know that I’m drawn to those of God. I do know their sound, their heart, their glee.

So I think the trick is move – to not tie down – with those so important they become a god not the one.  The one who desires who invites then waits.  The trick seems to be to keep on the move – to flow and go and hear Him approve.  Or else the bill is to those we must delight – rather than the one who desires and invites. 

The cost of this wandering to my heart, head and soul?

Zilch, nada, nothing – no toll at all.  

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Unless …



2 thoughts on “Nice cliques

  1. A modern day Dr. Seuss, hiking through a hidden path of the Christian forest walks into an unseen spider’s web. And this Seussical man is now all caught up in the sticky-stuff as he continues along this beautiful path plucking the pieces of whisp-i-ness stuck upon him, while flinging these pieces back into the world. ( Semblance of you? Fiction or fact? Remember it’s just a silly ol’ Seuss Almanac!) 😊


    • 😂😂😂
      What a glorious image – you have a film running in my head. Dr. Seuss? As a fan, your comment connects in a delightful way. Never saw that – and enjoying seeing if the seeing fits even a little – so thank you. You have caught my imagination – and it is dancing with glee! 🙂🙂🙂

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