“pockets of love are places where the gospel can be lived out through hearts in action. where Christ’s light can shine into the darkest of places. where truth can be spoken. where hope can be borrowed. where food can be shared, the kind that fills our stomachs and the kind that fills our spirits.”
I love that.
Kathy was referring to our local churches hopefully being those pockets of love in our cities. While she states that these pockets are often found “in houses, in pubs, on the streets, in AA meetings, in homeless shelters, in prisons, in schools, in some regular churches, and in a lot less likely of places.”
It’s my desire for the church as well.
And when I think about that, it’s what I want this to be as well.
The few minutes we spend together on this silly blog.
I hope it’s a pocket of love. Where light shines. Truth is spoken. Hope is borrowed. Food for the stomach and the spirit is shared.
I will tell you that you all have done all of those things for me. You have been a pocket of love when I was unsure where to find one. You have lived out the gospel through kindness in action. You have spoken truth into my life. I have borrowed your hope. Oh my goodness, I have. And you have literally filled stomachs and spirits around the world with your generosity.
And I guess I just wanted to say thanks.
Thanks for being that.
We all need them.