Saturday, July 09, 2005

Acts 11:1-18













The vision came unsought, unleashed bizarre
Menagerie wrapped in a linen sheet
Suspended, then descending from the stars
Whence came a voice that bade me "kill and eat."
Defile myself? Oh may it never be
That I should dine on meat from unclean beasts!
Again the voice, again insistently:
What God has cleansed is worthy of the feast.
Three men were at the door with invitations
To go to Caesarea, take a meal
With people unlike me, beneath my station,
Unclean, uncouth, the promise unrevealed
To them; but then I knew--and still I hear it:
I must not hinder those who share that Spirit.
--mlb

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