Sunday, May 8, 2011
A Sunday morning
"In the volume of the book it is written of me- to do your will O God." Hebrews 10:7
Quiet, everything was quiet. Everyone around me waited, waited for the preacher man to speak. At last he did and his voice broke through the air, shattering the silence.
"Turn with me to Hebrews," he said. the sound of turning pages began to fill the room, till at last he spoke again. He read out of the ancient book, it was powerful. The power was not from the preacher but the burning words that he read from the book. A book with words of life, feeling any void, in any heart. A book so wonderful you can't help but read it. A book so filled, with God's every word.
Everyone's focus was on these words and the souls in the room knew this book was a single story. The book was made up of chapters and pages but all meant one thing, there is a God. Yet, not only this but a God full of love, grace, mercy, wrath, and justice...only a few of His many attributes.
Quiet, everything is quiet. Everyone has stopped and listened. Listening to the words of life, flowing from the preacher man's mouth.
Quiet, everything was quiet. Everyone around me waited, waited for the preacher man to speak. At last he did and his voice broke through the air, shattering the silence.
"Turn with me to Hebrews," he said. the sound of turning pages began to fill the room, till at last he spoke again. He read out of the ancient book, it was powerful. The power was not from the preacher but the burning words that he read from the book. A book with words of life, feeling any void, in any heart. A book so wonderful you can't help but read it. A book so filled, with God's every word.
Everyone's focus was on these words and the souls in the room knew this book was a single story. The book was made up of chapters and pages but all meant one thing, there is a God. Yet, not only this but a God full of love, grace, mercy, wrath, and justice...only a few of His many attributes.
Quiet, everything is quiet. Everyone has stopped and listened. Listening to the words of life, flowing from the preacher man's mouth.
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