🌅 One Eternal Round
🌅 One Eternal Round
There was a season when light filled the room,
and in that light nothing else mattered.
Not titles.
Not position.
Not who stood first or who stood last.
Only love remained.
Years passed, and I found myself sitting in quiet chapels,
watching trays move down polished rows,
watching men preside,
watching structure unfold.
And something in me tightened.
I began to notice the order of things —
who received first,
who spoke longest,
who carried keys.
I asked silent questions.
I traced old histories.
I remembered broken stories.
And beneath it all, a whisper:
Where did we go wrong?
But then I saw something else.
I saw a man kneeling in the dark,
not for power,
but for guidance.
I saw mothers folding laundry with prayers on their lips.
I saw fathers worrying if they were doing enough.
I saw children singing slightly off-key
with full hearts.
And something softened.
The more I searched for hierarchy,
the more hierarchy appeared.
The more I searched for Christ,
the more He stood quietly in the room.
It was not the order of the tray that mattered.
It was the humility of the hands receiving it.
It was not the structure of the system.
It was the sincerity of the soul.
So I stopped auditing the room.
I stopped measuring stages.
I stopped asking who was further along.
I began asking instead:
Where is Jesus here?
And I found Him —
in trembling prayers,
in imperfect leadership,
in faithful repetition,
in covenant bread broken gently between small fingers.
I found Him in myself
when I let go of the need to correct
and chose instead to love.
We are not ranked.
We are becoming.
We are not behind.
We are unfolding.
We are not superior.
We are being shaped.
This is one eternal round.
And once again,
light fills the room.
Not because structure disappeared.
Not because everyone sees the same.
But because love is present.
And when love is present,
nothing else matters.
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