Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.

The spirit of the Lord brought me out and set me down in the middle of a valley; it was full of bones. —Ezekiel 37.1

Can you prophesy to the dry bones? Can you go down into the dark valley and tell the bones that life will come, that they will rise? Can you tell the slave bones, the Holocaust bones, the Hiroshima bones? Can you go down to the slum, down to death row and tell them? Down to the shabby streets where they breathe the poison from your factories, the meat packing houses where they work until you deport them, can you tell them?

Can you prophesy to the wind, to the breath of God, can you speak to hope and tell it to come to these people, speak to life and tell it to rise up in them? No to command life, but to let your life be a shout of hope?

Can you prophesy to your own bones, or is there no breath with them, no Spirit? Go down into that valley and watch and wait until you know—and don't come back until you know, for you will know— and plead, and stay until you know.

Deep Blessings Pastor Steve ______________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light

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