The church was a blessing! Inspired singing and lovely piano…and the added extra of the Spirit of God. I left the sanctuary feeling refreshed and renewed. I have often pondered the difference that God’s anointing has on a worship service. ‘He asked me, ‘Son of man can these bones live?’ I said, ‘O Sovereign Lord, you alone know,’ Then he said to me, ‘Prophesy to these bones and say to them, ‘Dry bones hear the word of the Lord! This is what the Sovereign Lord says to these bones: Lord says to these bones: I will make breath enter you, and you will come to life.’ Ezekiel 37
Words are simply words…until God makes them real to our hearts. It often is not in the rushing wind or the clap of thunder or the faux manifestation of excitement…but perhaps a still small voice. Indeed we are ethereal souls walking around in clay huts. Virtually all of the joys of life involve a quickening of our spirits. Mother Teresa ministered to the lepers and forgotten of India for many years and through arduous labor…but the Spirit of God fueled her journey.
The eyes of a child on Christmas morning are the eyes of wonder and mystery and hope. The eyes of the person in hospice who counts the days of their earthly path…are the eyes of amazement at how their walk back to Jerusalem was enjoyed with their Guardian Angel beside them.
Birds sing for a reason…they are enraptured with the Secret of God.
When we, ‘speak with the tounges of men and angels and yet have not charity…the Bible tells us…we are as sounding brass and tinkling cymbals.’ But when those same words come from love…they are a balm of Gilead.
Have you ever been lost for words and suddenly they come to you…and when you say them you can see the transformation in the person that you are talking with? Inspiration comes quietly and on little cats’ feet. It comes to the humble and the poor and to those who know that they do not have the skills to make a difference…without God’s Spirit.