Mercy Me

Lights of color gently filtered through the smoke filled stage.  Faith and hope.  Ever present. The toe tappin', body swaying, lift your hands up high instrumental accompanying is the top icing. Words are just words until they speak of the greatness of God and the wonders of his grace and love.

It was a crisp, clear night.  Nipping cold settled upon us about half way through the concert but was combated by our movement and worshiping.  I was struck by the freedom.  Freedom to listen to the good words and fine sounds in any fashion you wish.  Freedom to come to Christ, bearing all.  Good, bad or indifferent.  Grace and Mercy the message. 

It was a great way to start a weekend.  Especially this weekend.  My "fine figure of a man" went to the hills with a friend.  A huntin' they would go.  Never mind that this was the first time we have been apart since the untimely departure of our young son.  We both acknowledged that this was a giant for us.  Time for more growth and more healing.  We're good with that. 

I spent yesterday with a friend.  She taught me how to use a pottery wheel and I was a great assistant soap maker.  She's a talented lady with many interests.  Spiritually she calls to the hearts of the young and old and her many years of ministry is evident in her stillness.  Don't get the wrong, she's never "still".  Movement.  Lots of movement.  But still.  Inside where it counts. 

As I drove home from church today, the red Fall color has exploded in amazing fashion.  There is no doubt that rain and freezing weather is well worth the beauty displayed.  As the yellows follow close behind, this Fall will prove, once again, to show the Holy array of God.