Our church is like a pan of oatmeal carmelitas. Truly delightful, WONderful...and filled with flavor; with an occasional nut.
And we are snuggly set in a tight, close (pan of a) church.
By the Holy Spirit we are cut, as though to the heart, renewed and remade into various shapes and sizes.
Unless we yield to the magnificent implement that is lifting us out of the comfort of our (pan of a) church, we will not make our ways into the mouths of the hungry, the homes of the needy and the hearts of the broken. His food is the food that satisfies.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
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