Mostly lily white Presbyterians
thousands of us
were curdoned off to watch the fireworks along the Mississippi
On the other side of the ropes
stood and sat people of every creed, color and age
separated
uninvited
not welcomed to join our private party.
We enjoyed the evening
oblivious to all but ourselves.
It was unintentional
but a live metaphor of the American Protestant Church.
God is changing things
stirring us up.
The mountains are trembling.
I'm sticking close to Jesus.
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