All the believers were together and had everything in common. They sold property and possessions to give to anyone who had need. Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts.—Acts 2:44-46
“I went down to Occupy Baltimore last night. And although I did not see one cross displayed nor one prayer being prayed I felt as though I were seeing a vision of what “the early church” may have looked like. There was a spirit in the place, it had its own pulse. How many times have I read the book of Acts and wondered what it must have been like to be there at the moment my religion began. Now I have a glimpse of it: people of all walks of life, including people who the majority of society would have shunned or written off as lunatics, gathering together and grasping for truth, justice.
Slowly rituals are being formed. I looked all around and saw youth sitting cross-legged in circles in the damp grass wiggling their fingers in the air at each other. This childlike movement is now a symbol of agreement with something that is being said. I watched the grins and warmth exchanged between strangers who knowingly wiggled their fingers at each other. The “mic check” was performed with riotous pride during a general assembly meeting. These are the beginnings of things that hold people together even after the last sleeping bag has worn out and the cardboard of the last picket sign disintegrates.
I know this won’t last forever. But for me I feel that I have been blessed. For many this is new, but I have witnessed something ancient.”–from an anonymous union organizer