Enough said
Words are what I do.
Sometimes I move them around on the page to make patterns where the discerning soul might see a picture.
Sometimes I stack them up into high towers where the brave mind might climb for a better view.
Sometimes I roll them up into a child’s toilet-roll-telescope to see what I can see.
Sometimes they are the windscreen wipers of the mind, swishing away each drop of muddle before the next one falls.
Often, there are too many of them.
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I am struck by how economic the speech is of God. ‘Let there be’, was all it took to hang stars in the sky or fill the oceans with fish. ‘Let them go’ was all it took to loosen the iron grip of a Pharaoh on a people. In the end one word, ‘come’ will be enough. Today, I shall preach on Matthew’s story of Jesus calling his disciples. To change their world it took just three words: ‘come, follow me’.
Enough said.
