The building designated for worship is located at the far end of camp. Rows of beat-up plastic chairs line the concrete floor. Rough wood paneled walls are painted white. Save for the large wooden cross that stands to one side of the stage, there is nothing in this room to identify it as God's house.
Adult volunteers begin to arrive ready to serve. Many are greeted with a question,
"Do you have a favorite Scripture?"
"Yes, why?"
"Would you write it down on this index card so it can be placed on one of the walls?"
A Bible is opened. The pages of God's Holy Word are stirred. Men and women bow their heads in thoughtful concentration. Busyness is stilled as spirit reaches out to Spirit.
The smell of magic markers fills the air as letters take shape on paper. Letters give way to words and words to full sentences.
One by one the completed cards are taped to the walls, window sills and doorways.
God's Word copied out by hand.
The Father is pleased.
More blank cards are requested. How do you limit your favorite Scripture to just one? The movement of the Spirit is palpable as God's promises take their rightful place around the perimeter.
Walking to the center of the room, I slowly turn in a circle while surveying the walls. Every five to ten feet, a card testifies to His goodness, His plan, His love, and His victory. We are surrounded, enveloped, hemmed in by the very Word of God.
An ordinary room. Ordinary walls. Ordinary 4x6 notecards. Ordinary, no longer.
Come, Lord Jesus, come.
"Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power." -- Ephesians 6:10
Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God." --Ephesians 6:17
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