Each of us is like a little stone, but together we reveal the face of God to the world. Nobody can say: "I make God visible." But others who see us together can say: "They make God visible."
At the wacky faith community we live among, the way you become a member is a wonder - you take a stone or pebble or rock, write your name on it - and shazam, you are a member. We do not really know what to do with these rocks - sometimes they sit in a basket, occasionally they get lost. One by one, you can see the crags, the cracks, even the dangers of that rock - taken together we are a mosaic, together making God visible.
Today our icons - our rocks - showed up in a pond under a cross that was being showered:
For me, it captured so much of the meaning I find in God - a liquid God, made up of the elements, blown by the ruach, showering love by transforming an icon of death into new life. That God washes over us & around us and even through us. For communion, we took bread & water - the meal of prisoners - and we poured some of the water onto the rocks in the pond. An outward & visible sign of grace flowing like a river.
In the Nouwen quote that Paul points to, it ends with this statement of what makes community such powerful soil for me to be planted in:
Community is where humility and glory touch.