Anyday and Sundays

Anyday and Sundays, breathless with the word, anticipation - he will show up. It is the shout of Jericho, as we walk out seven days… the trumpet plays. Good news for the narrow way! The broad way is struck as if with lightning. God is fearsome and frightening when you push him away, reject him, and press the ejection button. But O, how elated to be in his presence when he knows your name. O my…he knows my name! My knees weak as if in the presence of a lover, easily bent…arms can’t be subdued. When you know him intimately can’t help but smile. His fiery passion, planted and groomed, from heart to heart. It’s the talk show where the host surely will not make you weep, but unexpectedly the Holy Spirit snatches that emotion right out of you. Suddenly your bonded to a sister you never knew shared your heartache. You cling, with tears and tissues, the issue dangling in front of everybody’s business. No judgment here, just adulation at the brink of healing — a rake, a plow, seeds planted now. Raindrops falling, soul boiling - ready to reap a whole lot of reckless love - the kind that will change the world. When he knows your name, O my…he knows my name! 11/18/2021