Then he said to me, “Prophesy to the breath; prophesy, son of man, and say to it, ‘This is what the Sovereign Lord says: Come, breath, from the four winds and breathe into these slain, that they may live.’” –Ezekiel 37:9, NIV
I love a place where I can escape to time after time, some place chock full of trees and animals (‘cept spiders! Yech!) and life, skipping like Red Riding Hood without the threat of the nasty wolf on the side! Yeah, I’d love to find that place some place…
No wonder why we’re constantly forced to live in crowded places and wasteful dumps each day! we are experts at cramming our energies into tearing and destroying when we should be building and creating (understand the oxymoron?). Humanity is leaving no heritage for our children if we keep destroying in such a fast pace like this one. We’re hopeless!
And yet…
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There was a desolate valley full of dry bones. No one dared enter that place, for its annals were full of tasteless, chalky white. Not even the buitres wanted to go there and eat- there were no tendons to feed their bodies with! Even the wind curved its way through the gardens of the Earth, being so wise to vainly blow where it shouldn’t blow.
The earth was dry and empty. There was nothing that moved through the arid waters, some sprinkle of life that could bolster a new beginning of life. Everything had to berecreated –not remade- recreated, spruced up from death to life. But no one wanted to do that.
That is, until He Whose Name Brings Glory appeared through the horizon.
In an instant, an astounding whoosh filled the air. Everything in the world stopped at this majestic moment. First came the temple, then came the people. Everything in the world stopped. North, south, east, west congregated and faced their Master with strength and valor.
And, in an instant, a spruce sprang up. And a bone was joined with the marrow.