Mortar

I am new to the stories on these walls. The gold stuns me. Curves and turns and wonders are painted on the ceiling, the doorways, and the hearts of the parishioners. 

"I've never been in a temple like this," I tell one of them, an elderly woman with more years than I can count. She smiles knowingly and says, "A temple like this is inside of you."

I see an evil man, deceptive, or was, cruel, or was, stolen from the light and placed in the dark, or was. He blends with the gold now in this place. He fits in here. How? Just rescue. His darkness lifted. 

"He's mine," says the Lord.

Launch out into the deep and let down your nets for a catch. Luke 5:4

There is hope for those in the deep. There is hope for those in darkness. Let down your nets, down into the deep. He wants to save us and also our enemies. 

There is an army assembled by the Lord. It is not to destroy, like other armies, but to restore. You can tell by the outcasts among them, the worshippers in front, and the weakest among them carrying the heaviest equipment.

They come from the darkness themselves, having been stolen away at one time, but are now restored. They are angry, the good kind of rage that says move, now, no more. 

Search me, O God, and know my heart! Try me and know my thoughts! And see if there be any grievous way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting! Psalm 139:23-24

They move in the way of everlasting. No one can stop them from placing one stone upon another and rebuilding. The bad guys you fear will be rescued too and they will pour the mortar. 

I didn't believe it at first, not really, but I do now.