THE PLACE THAT MOVES
THE PLACE THAT MOVES
He had no place to lay his head—
so the place began to move.
Not in walls,
not in names,
not in circles of agreement—
but wherever love refused to pass by.
The world builds rooms of certainty
and calls them home.
But the Son walks past them—
because truth cannot be contained
and love cannot be owned.
Follow, he says—
and the ground will shift beneath you.
Not into chaos—
but into the only place that remains:
where the other is no longer avoided,
and the distance is no longer allowed.
Pastor Steve G. Lee
St. GMC Corps
He had no place to lay his head—
so the place began to move.
Not in walls,
not in names,
not in circles of agreement—
but wherever love refused to pass by.
The world builds rooms of certainty
and calls them home.
But the Son walks past them—
because truth cannot be contained
and love cannot be owned.
Follow, he says—
and the ground will shift beneath you.
Not into chaos—
but into the only place that remains:
where the other is no longer avoided,
and the distance is no longer allowed.
Pastor Steve G. Lee
St. GMC Corps
May 4, 2026
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