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I am made whole by worship. I want worship to be as widely available as possible. Maybe we should open thumbnail-sized churches like little lending libraries and give ourselves away. Our resources are secure because they are not monetary. They are a treasure beyond price: a story that reframes the meaning of our lives. Take. Eat.
Worship.
Holy Sonnets: Batter my heart, three-person'd God
Batter my heart, three-person'd God, for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurp'd town to another due,
Labor to admit you, but oh, to no end;
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captiv'd, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be lov'd fain,
But am betroth'd unto your enemy;
Divorce me, untie or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
By John Donne
Use your own words. Tell the story.
Post by Mary Barnett
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