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 24 February 2012

Ropewalk

It starts with fibres, weak and fragile.
The fibres dance around each other, ever closer, ever tighter.
Becoming yarns strong enough to mend.

The yarns dance around each other, ever closer, ever tighter.
Becoming strands strong enough to bind.
The strands dance around each other, ever closer, ever tighter.

Becoming ropes strong enough to haul.
Ropes, made of strands, made of yarns, made of fibres.
We, weak as fibres, draw together ever closer, ever tighter,
Becoming strong enough to move the world
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