I saw them carrying the glorious liquid in vessels of varying shapes and sizes. They flocked from all over, joining as one at the river bridge to pour out their beloved beverage. Chai filled the water, an aromatic torrent bubbling milky brown and sweet, flowing outward, growing, for all to see and drink. Soon, a mass of inquisitive mugs gathered at the river banks to taste and see Jesus, pouring out his life.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Roots
Healing takes awhile sometimes.
When roots are deep and uprooting hurts,
which is better:
to lament the pain?
or celebrate the depth of the roots that were there?
Ready to be re-planted. My roots are tingly, aching for some rich soil.
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