There are times when a handful of those who follow, who know, who are companions of YHVH sit together in a room or a study or a home somewhere and talk until dawn. Though it is silent and dark outside the time passes swiftly in ecstatic excitement. The Spirit is filling the room like an otherworldly atmosphere where eternal light glows, and no one is tired. Then suddenly it is dawn, and all assembled laugh in wonder, staring surprised at the beginning of a new day.

This blog is in memory of those short long nights, in memory of what we talked about. In memory of the fellowship. Paul told us: “Let us consider how to stimulate one another to love and good deeds, not forsaking our own assembling together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another; and all the more as you see the day drawing near.” Those nights were all of that. We assembled and we hoped, we talked of ‘the day’ drawing near, we encouraged, we stimulated. More than any meeting in any regular church building could ever hope to do.

But those nights have passed, and the fellowship has moved on in life, each going a different direction. There are times when we cross paths in this world, and times when we walk alone. Reaching out now, I speak to those whose paths I might cross, who are wandering in the night. Those who, like me, never found a home among crowds. Who don’t fit into the usual kind of church. Who only found their fellowship in room with a handful of people talking until dawn.


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