150

150

Never has a man spoken the way this man speaks.

The walls cry out…

I am the Bread of Life.

The floors cry out…

I am the Vine.

The chairs cry out…

I am The Way.

The giant flat screens cry out…

I am from above.

The rafters cry out…

I and my Father are One.

I become silent and the stones cry out…

Inspired by...Luke 19:36-40...Psalm 150...the lack of deep worship in the church..."Stoic Worship"..."shock" and unapproving stares at the "charismatic" hand raisers and "Amen Corner"...my silence in a "Silent Church"...