The more churches I see,
The more I am convinced
They are shrines to man and not God.
When riches and paintings in empty buildings
Are more essential than
A roof over a person’s head
Food in a person’s belly
Clothes on a person’s back
Or a life worth living.
That is a place where
Your God, my God, our God
Does not dwell.
And you,
You who choose to worship at this shrine to man
You shall not dwell with God.

Kim Congram © 2018


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