She Thrives

The treasure and the charge of the church is Christ. 
When He is lost, the church ceases to be alive, 
Mysterious, supernatural. And it becomes a system
Like any other system. There are good and bad
Systems. Reflecting the proficiency, priorities, and tendencies 
Of their human architects.  But the church, 
She is not a system. No, she is something more, 
Something warmer. Touch her and you’ll know. 
She breathes, she is fire beneath your fingertips. 
A vulnerable thunder. She does not tremble. 
Stares into the face of death as it if were the face
Of God. The vilest of men have murdered her
In a thousand ways. They have hated her 
For a thousand years. And still she thrives. 
And forever will.