Extraordinary hyper-power pulsates inside this fragile jar. Its fried glass, splintered to a mosaic of prisms, splits the beams to violet, green and red (shocked with gold) and casts pictures through the night onto dark walls: images of glory, stained glass come alive and radiating metaphors: a king bathing slaves’ feetwhile a woman’s hairwipes hisContinue reading “Radical Change After Pentecost”
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Passion Pumps Me
passion permeates my person pumps me then plummets unwieldy but willing for you to work magic transform passion into power potent patient wielded by you Waiting is a challenge, especially when we yearn for what we’ve been told is coming. As a teen (that’s me in the photo above) when I was away at MKContinue reading “Passion Pumps Me”
But Wait!
“Go tell!” he said, “But wait!” What? Wait? We were so excited, overwhelmed with joy by all his words that made it clear: the Sacred Word had prophesied it all—his death but then this third-day miracle, life made new in him!We touched his hands,and he touched us.This was no ghost:he ate that roasted fish!And heContinue reading “But Wait!”
What Started at Pentecost
Filled! Not once, but forever! He came to me to live in me, to stay, always. He is the one who gives me power to do the work God planned for me— each day, his way. It started out at Pentecost, a day that changed the world, when he filled the disciples so that theyContinue reading “What Started at Pentecost”
Like Windsocks
Breath of God, caressing my soul with silk much lighter than air, fluid, warm from your mouth… Breeze of God, animating, stimulating growth and action, whipping up joy in the morning… Wind of God, blowing strongly out of Eden! Trees and humans bow before you, praising you… Gale-force winds, hurricanes, tornadoes, wrath of God?? HisContinue reading “Like Windsocks”
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