Saturday, January 31, 2015


We do not serve a cold and remote God.
He didn't place the beginning pieces and sit back to watch the game play out.
His justice is hot and terrible.
Fire in winter, water in spring.
This is not a calling to sit constantly in quiet meditation.
We are called too for wild joy and peace beyond the reach of broken hearts.
Made for community but relying solely on His mercy.
His mercy, tender and constant.
His teachings, mysterious and absolute.
Our God. Ways above our ways.
Let's go before Him.
Faces low, hearts humble.
Do not let the rocks cry out.
His glory will be proclaimed, so go before Him singing.
How great is our God!

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