A gathering of believers that desired the presence of God. How do you encourage someone to just watch and silently pray in a filled room? “what are the words?” was asked of me decades ago and there was only one thing I can say. “There are no words”

The poetry of ages past and the age to come are a beginning of those words. Language that rises up as a single leaf of an acorn. Sitting in a prayer meeting that was filled with warfare and strong words filled with fury and signifying nothing. The flowing of the Spirit and shapes the rock and creates a river

Where did all the anger at ‘the enemy’ go awry and turn ourselves into angry people. Stop Him! Pull down the statue and erase the presence of them but it’s no use. That statue is within us and can’t be erased that simply and with an angry attack.

I sat silently and sipped my wine in a delightfully thin glass. Watching in wonder at this thing that had happened to my dear friends. I finished the bit of wine and went to the sink to rinse the glass. I put water in it and swirled it around and rubbed the rim lightly. A song emerged.

Breathtaking song, once again that stops our mind for a second. The sound of a hummingbird nearby or the sweet ruffle of wing feathers from a low flying peloton of geese overhead.

I took my thin glass of new wine and silently went out the door to the porch. I sat in the swing and had a sip and swirled the wine as an aficionado would do. I then ran my had over the rim again while still swirling. Another worship song arose and plunged my spirit into my violin mind. I played along behind my closed eyes as the song rose up and did business with the wind in the high tree nearby.

The wine was gone quickly and other thoughts and visions poured out into me. Can these visions, satisfying and soothing be taught? No whirling dervish or blasting horns of battle can even come close to the ecstatic cradle of the living God. Caught up in His fellowship and finding revealed beauty in the wind and song of songs.

“Daughters of Jerusalem, tell me if you find Him. I am love sick” Gather the oil of gladness and fill your lamps and worship, and wait for the beautiful One to move among us. This is the warfare of Holiness. Sometimes with a shout for sure, but usually with a graceful kiss upon the hearts of His lovers. All around you, in front of you and behind you and within you, He is with you, He is for you, He is for you. It’s pretty good. Jack Gator Scribe