There is no priesthood,
Only believers, who eat and drink
Bringing the whole of creation
To the feet of God, all in all,
Serving with gifts of word and deed.
Gathered we worship.
Each with a word,
Expressing the whole heart of God.
There is no sacred.
All is wine and bread,
Water and spit.
Feet, wood and cruel nails.
What we embody
Draws us out
Its reality drawn out.
God is love, an event,
An experience we share.
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