Wisdom was working.
In the twinkling of an eye, ten thousand sparks of brilliant light filled the once empty vast of sky. Each fiery ball that burst then took it's place in the heavens and began to spin in place; their colors dancing in perfect pirouettes.
Sparks.... twinkling brightly across the vast and empty velvet blackness of the deep, tiny twinkles who, now like diamonds, effortlessly continue spinning and sparkling, whispering their timeless shiny diamond secrets into the continuum of time and space. They are stars. Each a magnificent giant in its own right, each is solemn and strong, yet not standing at all.... stationary on nothingness... spinning, they are suspended, anchored, held in place by some strange, unknowable and unseen force, and this while everything about the universe is also in motion. Stars are beacons of luminous power, dazzling spectacles, radiators, bearing the message of God himself, a message that can be heard even now, "Let there be light!" Their silent words are far beyond compare.
Their heavenly speech is quite profound, for with each magnificent sparkle their voice is heard... to the ends of the earth and beyond! Light, beautiful, light, lights our eyes and this haunts our human ears, unravels something deep inside the human mind.
We marvel. For centuries man has marveled, wondered and sought answers to the things that have been seen and heard, all the while, hearing the rumors shimmering in the silent black of night. Some believed, and others scoffed, and all the while, wisdom labored. Day after day, night after night, wisdom continuously has been diligently working.
Even now as starlight twinkled, the last of her rainbow threads fell graciously at her feet. They too were spinning round and round in tiny but fabulous circles as she weaved her single scarlet colored strand across the frame. Stooping, she studied tapestry in her hands...It was nearly complete.
Sweeping first one, and then another hand across the vast expanse of golden sparkling thread, she had intertwined thread upon a thread, thread upon the threads unto a magnificent interlocking weave. Pushing her treadle ever so softly and with great care, wisdom filled her quill and passed it between the warp and weft once more, hoping as she always did, that there would be not only eyes to see, but ears to hear. Wisdom was working.
One day soon, in but a twinkling of an eye, at that very moment when all of her work was completed, the tapestry in her hands would change and forever shine brighter that even the starlight that now only twinkled in the night.
Selah.
WHAT
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Something's Brewing
Jesus told the woman at the well that he would give her "living water;" all she had to do was ask. That's the point of Church.... to dispense living water... the eternal kind. Church is not just to get something that satisfies for a little while, but to meet Jesus and drink-in the living spiritual water that will satisfy our soul.
Living water, as you might imagine, is not polluted, but fresh and pure, clean and satisfying. It is flowing and life-giving, so full of life in fact that it wells up to eternal life. Jesus, the Redeemer, Lamb and King, claimed it is this way. It's a little ironic, isn't it that every living thing needs water, meanwhile in the beverage world there are drinks of many kinds.
Take coffee. Coffee is an acquired taste. Kids, for example don't usually like it unless of course it is dressed up with cream and sugar. Don't get me wrong, even I like a little coffee now and then. I have a cup of coffee sometimes at home and sometimes I drink the stuff at church with friends, but honestly, if it weren't for the cream and sugar that make my coffee just the way I like it, I would probably leave that bitter black stuff alone. It is funny how we take perfectly good water... add something we think we have invented ourselves, (picked, dried and roasted, ground up coffee beans) and we then turn the water into a bitter black drink instead. But this story is not about coffee. However it is about the quest for truth and this living water in a world full of adulterated religion.
Enter a fictional man, the hero of our story, Evan.
One day, Evan awakens to the surprising realization that a strange spiritual brew is being perculated and served up technologically to the world around him by the media. He is amazed that the newsman insists that this strange religious brew is the perfect solution to save the world.
Evan, is no fool. at the ripe old age of 42, he has tasted a lot of religions before, and honestly, he never liked any of them. Besides, he has his own religion, his own way of looking at "life, the universe and everything," and this one that now promises to make all individual dreams a reality and bring lasting peace to planet earth once and for all, is by far the most bizarre mixture of economics, politics and religion he has ever seen! Fool or not, he is glued to the breaking news, watching, as is the rest of humanity.
Evan watches as the news unfolds of a new world leader and the news report declares that the earth is about to spin out of orbital control. He is told that every person, great or small must not only believe the perplexing concoction served up by the man on the screen, but receive the electrical impulse sent over the airwaves and take a collective quantum leap of faith together with the rest of the world if they are to save the dying planet. To Evan's utter dismay, those who fail to do so at just the right moment of earth's new transformation will die.
So reader, pour yourself a cool tall glass of clear, refreshing water, or if you prefer, have another beverage, even coffee... served anyway you. Bur beware! You might discover that Evan's fictional world is a lot like your own... and that sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.
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