The Word is light and ardor, darkness and reproof. Fiery, icy, comforting, reproving, disconcerting, cutting asunder, “striking to the joining place of bone and marrow,” it works a strange surgery of the spirit.
If the seed is to fall on good ground, it must wait on an open heart. Open like loosened soil to the rain, we imagine the world anew, with a courage to match the ancient heroes of the Word. And so gifted we embrace and embody that new world, showing its presence in love for one another.