The Real Mystery
The real mystery is this: the love we bear for the savior. We have not touched him, yet we have felt his touch; we have not seen, yet we behold. He is our shepherd; we are his sheep. He calls - we follow: often not well or even willingly, yet we are compelled. We can do no other.
The world scorns and denies him. We see him beautiful - holy. He has breathed on us; we are love sick for this risen God with sin pierced hands. He beckons; we follow. We swallow up his flesh and blood. We long for him to sing his songs over us. We drink the water that he offers. We share communion with our sisters and our brothers: all the other lovers of this Lord of All.
Valerie Horner
April 13, 2015
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