The Wild Olive Shoot Community


Once, there was a church that received a vision from God. They dared to do what no other church at that time had done. They grew, and spread across the nation. They called themselves the Blaze Community.

But it absorbed teachings from other groups, both Christian and Pagan. The vision became polluted. Rather than examining itself, the Blaze Community became proud and arrogant, standing alone as the true church, against all opposition.

The Blaze died to an ember as people left, fleeing tyranny, judgement, and forced austerity. Humbly, the Blaze Community leaders sought God's forgiveness and direction.

Now the community received a new vision. One of grace, love, forgiveness, and mercy. Aware that it had been given another chance by God, it renamed itself the Wild Olive Shoot Community, with the knowledge that God could pluck them out of the Cultivated Olive (the universal church) if they ever again fell away from the path to which God had called them.

Friday 17 February 2012

Hatred

A sight, a sound, a word.
Blood turns to magma
Erupts in my head.
I look at them and want them dead.

I scream and shout, I swear and curse.
I want their pain, and far, far worse
I hear an insult in hello
See a threat in an offered hand

Bloody battles rage in my head
Endlessly repeating, no off switch
Fantasies of blade, and boot, and fist
Even when there's no-one there
Bloody battles rage in my head
Endlessly repeating, no off switch
No peace. No sleep.
No peace, No sleep.

--- Response---

You fool!
The mirror shows your true enemy's face,
The one that contorts and distorts your soul.
Those you hate are deaf to your thoughts,
They are blind to your fantasy,
They sleep in peace while storms wrack your mind.
They smile at you, greet you as friend

Stop.
Let barriers drop.
Let them have their say.
Listen, understand
Learn, befriend.

Wisdom flows from ear to mind to heart to hand.
Be forgiven and forgiver.
Take insults as humour.
Then peace, then sleep
Then peace, then sleep

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