Under The Olive Tree

This is the House of One who Walks with Jesus

All are welcome who are walking in love and humility – for there is no Enemy among us.

We dwell in peace and harmony – for ours is a home of hearts – and each one gives of his substance accordingly – and everyone receives.

Our children are learning and playing at our feet – and our household is the household of faith – therefore we ask those who walk among us to treat this ground – these dwellings – our meager resources and our loved ones with openness and respect.

It is our desire that during your sojourning here that you are able to express yourself freely – and that in the course of our lives, however entwined – we will with each day find new reasons to appreciate one another.

In this house we can claim no greater accolade then to be called the beggars and servants of Christ – our dearest friend, Lover and King – Jesus of Nazareth.

Ours is to confront any error in speech, or any deceiving way – and as much as it is in our power to restore and retribute in mercy and truth.

We may not comprehend the grandeur of our vision – but our understanding is exalted as on wings of doves – and we pale as the brilliance unfolds around us.

We are the children of an unseen Father – Kept hidden save for the daily gifts and mercies that He bestowes upon us.

This is our home.

And this is our endeavor – that when we are given the chance to walk among you – we will always remember our home – as we traverse yours.

We seek peace, truth – and love.

And the greatest is love.

Though peace be shattered

And truth obscured

We believe that Love conquers all.

Make yourself welcome.

The Living Room

Did you ever see a room

That was living. I mean,

A room that was alive?

Because living is what we do.

But a room – what makes it alive?

Is it the size? Or the wrap?

Or the pristine mountains beside it

That give it beauty and wealth?

Not my living room – and mine is alive

With voices and joy

And whispers of love in the night

Of embrace so satisfying

Of laughter

The breaking of bread

The wine of commitment

The absence of self

Of the living and not of the Dead

A living room – it really is a Living Room.

Sometimes I even think it steals

My socks and favorite pens.

A living room – it is! – it’s true!