Did you know ice sings? It does, like us.
This is a dear, old friend of mine who I have never met or spoken to in real life. But this is better than real life, isn't it? In real life I have wet socks and dirty coffee cups and my hair's a mess. Oh, and the Ancient Spirit she mentions? I know Who that is. Do you?
A whisper came on the wind, reminding her of bitter days. Bitter? Yes, but the memory colored the present. It made her grateful. Now the hearth was full of firewood and little shoes and drying socks. Bellies were full. Tears had been wiped away. Songs sang themselves. Had the battle been won? Truthfully, she had not really expected to win, but here they were. It had been won, the long war of mankind over the centuries, eons and days and forever. It was done. She was tired, but danced anyway and rejoiced and stood astonished at the sound of peace. They had never heard it before, this pause, breath, the still, soft whisper that reminded them all what they had been given. It was good.
No one who denies the Son has the Father. Whoever confesses the Son has the Father also.
The time came when he could no longer lie. He was a thief. Maybe you are too. He confessed. He told on his cohorts. He would no longer hide the truth. It came out of him like floodgates had been opened and he let it. Suddenly the facts mattered more than the fiction of his entire life, the trying to make something that is not, is. Only God can do that, yet man tries over and over again. He spoke. His friends were appalled. His enemies gloated, though they were guilty too. He told everyone what they had planned, the theft of us all, our very souls. Nevermind the wealth. True wealth is breath in our lungs. He was certain that now he would not even have that. But. He drew a deep breath and his friends drew back from him and left him alone. The truth had defended him, though moments before he had not imagined it would.
I have this hat.
It says, "Not all who wander are lost."
But I disagree
with my hat.
All who wander are lost.
For by grace you have been saved
through faith. And this is not from
yourselves—it is the gift of God.
Ephesians 2:8
I am so thankful for all of you.
Have a blessed holiday, those who celebrate Thanksgiving and those who don't.
Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! According to his great mercy, he has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading, kept in heaven for you, who by God’s power are being guarded through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time. In this you rejoice, though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been grieved by various trials, so that the tested genuineness of your faith—more precious than gold that perishes though it is tested by fire—may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ.
