The beautifully-crafted sphere-shaped bird house hangs from
a broken limb, knocking forlornly against the trunk of the rowan tree in
another day of winds. The circular hole acting as a door faces the trunk, banging
gently against it, challenging birds in making a smooth, swift entry or exit. It
is no longer the season for nest-building, but even in spring, no birds were
tempted to make it their home.
Our world is full of people of good will and compassion, who
are leading as good a life as they can. Their heart-homes may be places of good
values and integrity, but they remain empty without the Saviour, who longs to
sit down with them and chat, bringing peace and love.
The winds of adversity can skew hearts; fearfulness and bad
experiences can trigger self-defensive locks as people react to criticism and
unkind words.
May the wind of the Spirit swing those bruised and bashed
hearts around, easing and encouraging those who are closed to the gentle knock
of Jesus, to open the door to their hearts. And may I be a bearer of that
gentle, loving, soft wind of the Spirit today, triggering a change and encouraging
an open response to the unconditional love of Jesus.
May God bless all who have hunkered down in fear because of their
life experiences, and may his church be a place of open doors, offering a sanctuary
for healing restoration, an oasis in the desert of vicious words and harsh
deeds.
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