Dry Bones

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Now that I live in a mostly hot, mostly dry and often thirsty land, I find Ezekiel’s encounter with the Lord and the dry bones particularly provocative. I thrill to God’s power to join rattling bones, bone to bone, cover them with tendons and flesh and breathe life into them. What an awesome picture of what He does for each of us spiritually as we find Him through Jesus. How he does that can vary, but He does it lovingly, patiently, sacrificially until we find Him and eternal life and love. How can we but praise Him? And at the same time, how can we not thrive as we feed on His Word, worship with His people and reach out as His hands and feet to those who have not yet heard of Him? Yet sometimes, we must admit, we let ourselves waste away back toward the dry bones we once were. Sometimes in the course of our lives He must bring us before the mirror of His Word, His People, His Holy Spirit and remind us that our lack of obedience, our lack of continuing to care about His Will, our lack of our first-love has made us like bones again–useless to Him and others. Still, He seeks, He corrects, He loves us back to Himself and the real life, He alone gives.

 

A Heart of Flesh

There I lay
Bones all scattered
Awry upon the dust
Broken and defiled

Countless years forgotten
Nothing left of flesh
Nor heart nor lungs
No breath nor blood

Nor flesh nor muscles—
No strength to rise,
No words to speak,
No praise to raise.

But then a breeze
Blew through the trees
Sweet to feel
A joy to hear

As broken bones
Rejoined as one
Formed fingers, toes
Arms and legs, a chest

My head upon my neck
And then my muscles
And my skin stretched
Tight, I stood again.

A heart of flesh
And supple lungs,
A ready brain,
A tone to speak—

And in the breeze
God’s Holy Spirit
Breathed in me
The breath of life

To know His strength
To feel His Love
To walk with Him
And hear His voice

Do His bidding,
Speak His word,
Share His love
And live His grace.

February 24, 2017

“For I Am You And You Are Me”

I imagined I saw a skeleton
Who appeared as if he lived,
Walking, talking, smiling, dancing
Though he rattled, rustled.

 I asked him why he had no body
But he looked at me confused,
“Don’t you see my fingers, toes,
And here’s my nose,” he pointed.

 I had to smile as I replied,
“But my friend, I see no skin,
Nor muscles, look, I see no hair;
And in your chest, I see no heart.”

Then he turned his skull toward me,
“Think man, what do you really see?
You are looking in a mirror,
For I am you and you are me.”

M.S.
February 25, 2017
Ezekiel 37:4-5

Then he said to me,
“Prophesy to the bones and say to them,
‘Dry bones, hear the word of the LORD!’
This is what the Sovereign LORD says to these bones;
I will make breath enter you, and you will come to life.
Then you will know that I am the LORD.'”

 

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