Church on a knoll, life in the fields.

........... And, on a knoll, there is a church. A building with walls. A shelter, a safety. A place to gather. A place of imperfection. Where the near-sighted and far-sighted join. Where the generations rub shoulders and the next of these gather under foot. Where stories old and new are shared and the Word is forefront. A place where God moves from those bowed in heart. Where dirt is rubbed off. Where love is pressed on. Where young and where old both have position, not one greater, each with purpose. Each purpose fore chosen from God himself. Where waiting on God is common and worshipping full is sought out. A place that is a second-home, a brother's house. Where you go to fill, to fellowship, and then back into wide expanses, arms open.... to open fields.