Hope was lost; the dungeon of our sin was dark and damp. The air was stale. The smell of death and waste hung in the air. The barred window overhead had been boarded up. No light, no life, just stale, dark air. Then God in His mercy saw fit not just to blow a hole in the wall, but completely obliterate the prison. Light that we haven't seen since we were children blinded us and as our pupils dilate we see glory that has only been explained to us in legend and hearsay. It's the mystery of God's glory and love revealed to us, lowly prisoners, by His cross. No bars, no guards, no stale bread, no stagnant water, but freedom, true freedom.
Off in the distance, there's a cold, black cylinder, eight feet high bent and warped at the top from extreme heat. A remnant of our broken prison. A reminder of torment's past. A reminder of slavery. A reminder of crimes committed in another life, resurrected by a thought. It's funny how sin has a smell and that ragged odor can break our hearts and stagger our breath, but there is a call, a siren behind our view. There is a pulling like a rope around our heart, tugging our gaze away from that rugged, rusted, burnt piece of cylindrical pain.
What is His calling to us?
It is an ordination God has set on us. An almond branch sprouting in our lives, revealing the coming spring.
What has He called you to?
A holy calling, pulling us into His bosom and pushing us out to reveal His glory and love. Pushing and pulling us, as the almond branch grows.
What is He calling us to?
Eternal life, starting at the beginning. Now we live. Now we move. Now we have our being in Him.
Who has He called you?
A priest. A king. An heir. A prophet to the nations. His mouthpiece revealing an almond branch blooming and growing. Now He will perform His word and spring is fully singing His glory.
Speak prophets and watch His word manifest His glory. An explosion. A thrill of hope.
"I have ordained you a prophet to the nations."
Off in the distance, there's a cold, black cylinder, eight feet high bent and warped at the top from extreme heat. A remnant of our broken prison. A reminder of torment's past. A reminder of slavery. A reminder of crimes committed in another life, resurrected by a thought. It's funny how sin has a smell and that ragged odor can break our hearts and stagger our breath, but there is a call, a siren behind our view. There is a pulling like a rope around our heart, tugging our gaze away from that rugged, rusted, burnt piece of cylindrical pain.
What is His calling to us?
It is an ordination God has set on us. An almond branch sprouting in our lives, revealing the coming spring.
What has He called you to?
A holy calling, pulling us into His bosom and pushing us out to reveal His glory and love. Pushing and pulling us, as the almond branch grows.
What is He calling us to?
Eternal life, starting at the beginning. Now we live. Now we move. Now we have our being in Him.
Who has He called you?
A priest. A king. An heir. A prophet to the nations. His mouthpiece revealing an almond branch blooming and growing. Now He will perform His word and spring is fully singing His glory.
Speak prophets and watch His word manifest His glory. An explosion. A thrill of hope.
"I have ordained you a prophet to the nations."
This is beautifully written and I'm glad you posted it.
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