Wednesday, September 30, 2009
All my broken places
Like cracks in the ground
Speeding up my paces
Stop, come forward, wait
Is healing possible?
After all these games too late?
Will I play the fool?
Trust, stretch out my withered hand
Hope for hidden wholeness. Stand
Within, emerging like a seed
Unbounded, undivided, freed
But wait, tomorrow's self
Awakes to find this withered hand
Quickly slid into my pocket
Wholeness, my castle melts like sand
Come forward. Stretch out your hand.
I started my first ever sermon series as a pastor.
Thinking about the various images or metaphors used to describe the Spirit I am wowed by the fascinating, mysterious and even opposing images used in the New Testament. Is the Spirit like fire or water? If it is like water, are we filled by it, or dunked into it? Or is the spirit more like wine than water? Ephesians 5:17-19. How is the Spirit like breath, wind, money, fruit, a tutor, a counselor ? (All New Testament images)