December 1, 2018
Glory in the Streets
John said: An angel showed me the river of life-giving water, sparkling like crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb down the middle of the street...
Rising from the midst of the dust, busyness and noise of a small Mexican town was a church. Brilliant deep red tile covered the fa+ade. Inside, the interior exploded. They call it indigenous Baroque--a melding of Spanish and native traditions and imagery that covered every square inch. It was bright blue and red, it was crisp white, it was glowing swirls of gold. Baroque gets a bad rap. But really, it's simply an attempt to express the intense glory of God. Even our best human efforts--like this--can't capture it, of course, and even John's true and appealing vision only hints at it. But we trust in the promise. And so we set out on the journey, drawn by the vision, drawn by the glory of the child dwelling in the middle of our street, amid our dust, busyness and noise.
Lord, draw me closer during the coming season of Advent.
- Amy Welborn
Revelation 22:1-7|Psalm 95:1-7|Luke 21:34-36