Monday, June 25, 2012
church on Sunday
...the trees were our cathedral
...a fallen tree our pew
...the song of birds, rushing of water over rock, click of cicada and chorus of crickets our choir
...oatmeal cookies and water our bread and wine.
And the sermon?
The warming breath of God on wind, reminders of His Word on hill and this:
Yahweh. Yeshua. He is everywhere.
Who may ascend the hill of the Lord?...He who has clean hands and a pure heart. (Psalm 24:3a, 4a NASB)