All in Pastoral
The painter's great aim is to capture a moment in time, one that the world may pass by a thousand times without notice, and display it in all it's inherent beauty in order that that which was not adored may be forever celebrated.
You have kept count of my tossings;
put my tears in your bottle.
Are they not in your book?
Above the drone of the flies around my face, above the sound of the water rushing past, the dogs fighting in the dirt, or the kids playing with a stick, came the resounding truth of God's persistent love.
It has to be possible to labour with all the might God will graciously grant us to tear down the walls that have hemmed us in, break new ground, sow the seed, water the crop, and earnestly fall on our knees before the Lord of the harvest; crying out, "Lord, give the growth!"
Knees buckled. Then, from some deep recess of divine memory, echoed John the Baptisers words, “Behold the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world!" Tears flowed. Worship began. But some doubted...