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Thursday, 5 December 2019

Peace and Safety


Still thinking about the broken branch.

Not all shrubs and trees leaf and bloom at the same time, or even in the same season. We can’t look around the church and judge who is still connected to the root of Life and who isn’t. Being fruitful at different times knits us together as a body, so that we can feed our sisters and brothers with the plenty we have when they are in a season of dryness and drought, and so they can feed us.

Dwelling. Abiding. Such words of peace and safety. Jesus is the ultimate home, the true place of peace and safety.

He left the peace and safety of his own glory to enter into the brokenness and stress of this world. To bring us himself as our refuge and home. He opened his arms to us.

Thanks be to God for his incomprehensible sacrifice for me, a sinner.

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