Circuit

The church is not a building.

It is a living circuit.

Each heart wired with purpose.

Each soul a current carrying light.

We are connected, unseen but undeniable,

like strands of copper beneath the surface,

running through walls the world cannot see.

And the power?

It’s not ours.

It flows from Him steady, unshaken, eternal.

Some burn bright,

some flicker in quiet endurance,

but all are part of the same current.

And when one circuit breaks

when a heart grows weary,

when faith feels like a dimming bulb

on the edge of going dark

the others don’t stand back.

We surge.

We reroute.

We carry what they cannot.

We become the bridge where there was a break,

the connection where there was loss.

No one is left in the dark

unless we choose to disconnect.

Because this body…

this living network of grace…

was designed with intention:

That when one fails,

many rise.

That when one weakens,

strength multiplies.

That when one goes silent,

a chorus answers.

And the current keeps flowing

not because we are strong,

but because we are connected.