Godspell

Baptizer

I think Elizabeth and Zachariah had their hands full as they raised this wild boy. He was walking to the beat of heavenly drum. I often wonder what was revealed to him in his wilderness days. The forerunner, making the way in the hearts of God’s people for their coming Messiah. ❤

Glory Over Everything

Mango Salsa

In these days of quiet, chaos I have been searching to find God’s glory in every little thing.  As always, He has been faithful to show it to me.  As I was making a bowl of mango salsa this week, suddenly, there it was.   

 

Mango Salsa

 

The dog days of summer,

the garden is wild and heavy with fruit.

Tomato vines crawl over beans, threaten cucumbers and taunt the zucchini.

 

Tomatoes sun themselves,

ever changing, green, and pink and red,

abundance is waiting, ripe for the picking.

 

Mangoes tarry, cradled in a bowl,

eager to greet their longtime friends.

Their meeting place, the cutting board.

 

The quiet slicing of deep red, and cubes, yellow like the sun

The same knife slides through red onions, grown in shallow dirt

Swaying cilantro is picked and chopped as its scent fills the air.

 

With one brush of the knife,

the patchwork of colors tumble into a glass bowl,

it must be glass, they must be seen.

 

The lime is cut and gently squeezed,

salt and pepper sprinkled, gladly join the bowl.

The familiar wooden spoon tosses them gently together.

 

All started from seed, hidden in the dark,

In the darkness. In the quiet.

He was there.

 

In one moment, He brought them into his glorious light.

They came together, God’s Harvest,

in all its taste, in all its glory.

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