I saw a fantastic good news story today about the cleaning up of the world's oceans. A man has invented a way to suck up the plastic which is polluting so much of our waters, and will take it to land to be recycled.They are starting work in 2018 in a garbage field of plastic three times the size of the U.K., which lies in the Pacific between the west coast and Hawaii, and hope to have all oceans cleaned by 2050.
That is assuming we all stop using plastic and throwing it away.
The Holy Spirit is a bit like the invention. He has the ability and the desire to gather up all the garbage that the world has thrown into our minds, emotions, and psyches, and recycle it into something beautiful. Where it is contaminating our thoughts and clogging our vision, reducing our self images to distortions of the truth that we are all children of God and filling us with shame and regrets, Holy Spirit can sweep these poisons away and confirm God's opinion of each one of us. No matter what the garbage is that is making us less than who we are, God can deal with it through Jesus.
He has good plans for us all. Plans to give us hope and a future. Plans to restore the years that the world has ruined. Plans to confirm our identities as children of the King
Now that is a Good News story.
A California girl from a hot beach city marries a country loon from the cold northeast of Scotland, and she's spent the last three decades making sense out of life there. Reflections on a rural lifestyle, on identity issues and the challenges of moving so far from home,from a Christian viewpoint.
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