Friday, October 25, 2013


The little church up north held service twice a week.
It welcomed one, it welcomed all; the arrogant and meek.
The pastor preached with passion; reached the lost & hurting folks.
But soon there'd be the doubters, throwing jabs and some threw pokes.

The bickering and murmuring filtered thru the little church.
Gossip spread like wild fire, there was no need to search.
The pastor grew discouraged; every moment with dismay;
Yet sought The Lord for answers in hopes He'd make a way.

And as the Holy One looked down with tears upon His face;
He cried out loud so very grieved; "My house is in disgrace."
"My children, look around you and remember what you know.
The seeds you’re planting lately are never going to grow."

"My home is for my children who will live in one accord."
But the grumbling just continued; as they turned a deaf ear to The Lord.
And sad to say, as the story goes; the church couldn't take much more.
The little church up North, my friends, was forced to close it's doors.
                                     ©Cynthia E. Bagaglia-Wood / October 24, 2013

 “I appeal to you, dear brothers and sisters, by the authority of our Lord Jesus Christ, to live in harmony with each other. Let there be no divisions in the church. Rather, be of one mind, united in thought and purpose.” 1 Corinthians 1:10 NLT
Be blessed my family & friends. Praying the Lord pours out a fresh anointing of His complete favor and understanding as you continue to seek Him above all things.

Love you all!

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