I learned a new verse of the oldie but goldie about the wise man just a few years ago. I heard the last verse and regretted not having it available back when flannel boards were the highest "tech" in the classroom. It goes like this: "The blessings come down as the prayers go up." The blessings are definitely coming down on Genesis Alliance like the fall rains. The blessings are changing the landscape of America. Instead of ant beds (as we call them in Louisiana), Latino churches are springing up all over. We are just getting started in what could be the largest growth of saints to ever hit our country. The prayers are going up constantly as the blessings come down. Sing with us as we watch God at work. As Solomon watched the ant and admired the little creatures, we work with the same diligence. www.genalliance.org
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Shifting Gears
"The rains came down and the floods came up." I don't hear this song much anymore, but my mind found it in the archives of songs long gone from my youth in the recent deluge of fall rains. The saturated grounds made for an interesting landscape in East Texas. Fire ants were forced to build mounds above ground. The scene looked as though the pastures had been pelted with little bombs. The ebony mud was hauled from below and placed carefully in its place as though the little red workers were rebuilding the pyramids of Egypt. Ants send a clear message in their construction. If I were to stomp and tear down the new abode, the next morning the new ant hill would be back as though there was never an intruder. The message is a loud one in that no matter how many times I repeat my vandalism, regardless of how righteous, they will build one more mound than the number of hill crushings I render. What kind of message would we send to the world if we rebuild the Twin Towers exactly as they stood before? What would we say if September 10, 2011 looked like it did in lower Manhattan on September 10, 2001? The only difference would be a stronger spine and the resolve to cherish what we hold dear and no longer take for granted.
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