Spider webs can be fascinating. They seem to be complex interweavings of a fine thread crafted by small (mostly) 8 legged creatures. Sometimes they are used and discarded. Left to blow in the wind, torn and ragged. Shells of insects left as a reminder of its once utilised purpose. Sometimes we see them when they are fresh. Sometimes we don't see them and attempt to disentangle ourselves with newly designed dance moves. Some spiders pack up their web in the morning and build a new one again in the evening. |
What if we - the church, or people of faith - were like the spiders who packed a web each night? What if we are like the webs that are tattered and torn, left to blow indiscriminately in the wind without current purpose. What if we were organised more like webs - networked and connected, rather than isolated and apart from each other in our communities?
What if we stick to something that walks through us and cause some unnamed and unnatural movements to take place, only to be peeled off and cast aside?
Perhaps we are webs, or our faith like a web, that sparkles and glimmers when it's decorated with the dew, catching the morning light and delighting those who see.
Hmmmm . . . . .