dailydraught

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Dry bones

Upon reading Ezekiel 37...

Father, we are in a valley of dry bones. So much is dead and lifeless around us. Death has touched us and it threatens to consume us: death of love, dreams, hopes, and security. The death of the soul is all around us.

Tell us to prophesy to these dry bones and we will. Tell us to speak to them your commands and they will rise up and live. Lifelessness will be overcome with sprouting vibrancy. Hopelessness will be swallowed up in nurture. Death will be banished. All so that we and all those who see it will know that you are the Lord -- the only one worthy of trust, the only one who can rule with justice and peace.

Lord, we will not live unless you cut out there hearts of stone and replance them with hearts of flesh. Our spirits have failed and fainted, so breath your Spirit into us so we will live. We wait on you just as your people did in the ancient days of exile when all hope, except hope in you, was lost.

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