I HEAR AN ECHO

A Poem on the Forgotten Mission of the Church
I hear an echo that disturbs me so,
The sound isn’t very loud; in fact it’s quite low.
I can’t imagine what the echo might be,
Until I turn and look and a depressing sight I see.
The church is almost empty, half full at best
Could it be that we have forgotten our duty…our quest?

Go and make disciples of all men and all nations

Yet we choose to hoard the good news in our stuffy religious stations.
People walking up and down the street during church time, how absurd!
But what do we expect them to do, when the good news they have not heard.
When some do choose to enter we ask, “What are they doing here!”
Hearing such a statement nearly breaks me into tears.

For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son
Yet we wash our hands of this community and say, “Forget it, I am done!”

I hear an echo and it disturbs me so,
No one choosing to witness, no one choosing to go.

 ©2003 Grant West                
wgwest@comcast.net            

Must Jesus bear the cross alone, and all the world go free? No, there’s a cross for everyone, and there’s a cross for me. ----- Am I a soldier of the cross, a follower of the Lamb, and shall I fear to own His cause, or blush to speak His Name?