For those who have not left the building

Much has been written lately about those "formerly known as..." whatever. It's not that I can't sympathize.... but I ran across this poem from Andrea, and it really struck a chord with me. I have no idea who she is, but I appreciated finding this piece, especially when I did. It's called "Church Moment":

someone recently said to me
the people
formerly known as the congregation
have left the building
well
perhaps that is true a lot of the time
however
I was with some people
in a building yesterday
and we had church
we were the church
imperfect yes
but church nonetheless
the worship was stunning
the message was challenging
communion was real
there was a waiting for God
and everyone felt the weight of the wait
babes played quietly on the floor
there was a wind
a hot wind
and not all the wind was outside
when no one gets up to leave
you know God is in the house
when I came home
I was full
for the first time in a very long time