My mother carefully saved remnants from a lifetime of sewing
in a closet in her sewing room.
There lived a brimming-over bounty of
ribbed burgundy corduroy, pajama-smooth flannel,
perky cottons, formal wools and tweeds.
Many of these cherished fragments came alive again –
as quilts or trim or lining,
even as new garments.
The retrofitting pleased her as much as the original creation.
A remnant survives in the Church, as well.
Christ–followers, like precious squares of silk or satin
hunkering down in the back of the closet,
long for a clarion call to action.
Christ–followers in camouflage wait for
the pecking order to tire of power struggles,
for comfortable pew – sitters
to weary of their facades and those around them.
This remnant longs to catch fresh Spirit breezes,
yearns to be jolted alive
to inspire a world of people who grasp for hope –
only to see it slip through their fingers.
The time for resurrection and retrofitting is here!
Christ’s clear call still resounds in the universe:
God still wants to redeem His people!
Now is the time for the remnant to speak its mind,
share its heart, forgive its woundings, and heal the broken.
Now is the time; tomorrow may be too late.