Picture it: faithful people gathered, laying hands on one who is hurting, lifting that person up in prayer. This is the church, the local community of believers, as it ought to be, and if we agree with God, what it truly becomes in practice. Those who suffer in body, mind, or soul, are ministered to, and they experience healing. Those who have cause to rejoice sing it from the wellsprings of their exultation, and inspire those whose spirits drag. Those who are mired in the guilt and shame of sin unburden their load on those who receive them without condemnation, and they are reunited with them. Those who have wandered for years in a dry desert find their oasis, the place of cooling, relieving, growth-yielding rain.
May we be patient when we wait for the Lord, but impatient when we see people that God has called us to love.
May we persevere as Elijah did, with the constant expectation of the coming Anointed One.
May we become the congregation that James encourages us to become.