Waltzing

"And you were dead when you walked in trespasses and sins," Ephesians 2:1-2.

Who was dead? You. All of you. All y'all were. (We, all of us, all were dead!) The walking dead. Dead? Dead to God. Dead to life's source. Dead to who makes life. Dead to life worth walking in. At least we were walking, right? Yeah. Walking to the tune of air-borne rulers and powers out of sync with life. Walking to these deities' temporary age. To their countdown clock. Deceitful waltzing to a metronome's ticking. To time winding down in rage to oblivion. In that rage we joined the rest. Did what we wanted. Thought what we wanted. Yet their dance kept pushing us without hope into a grave larger than time's life. But then God rolled up his sleeves and did something.

We visit with a brother or sister today to tell of God's timeless love. And, together, in inexpressible joy we bless God who offers timeless life to the hopeless.