The grape sits under the glare of the sun. Exposed. With prolonged heat it ripens to sweetness. But the sweetness comes forth only in the crushing. If the grape remains hard it will elude that reducing process and it’s juice remain bitter. Redemption comes only in the yielding.
The Word is alive and sharper than a two-edged sword. Created in His image, He gave us all the gift of the word, written and spoken. Sharp. Able to penetrate deep unto healing or destruction. The more finely-honed that edge, the more intricate places it can reach. Words can sever things delicate and tenuous.
Under the guardianship of human nature, the administration of bestowed gifts results in Adam, Eve, an apple and death. Laid on the alter and death’s stinger removed, the gift can be annointed and used for its’ proper purpose.
Words are a precious gift.
From childhood we anticipate the long-awaited…
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