The Valley Of Dry Bones

Pain is a complicated thing.  Usually an indicator that something’s wrong.  Yet sometimes, it goes beyond the call of duty.  Becomes always there – discolours your everything. Chronic.  And it is tempting to allow it to define you – as if this is all that you are.  To explain yourself away in medical abbreviations. And in between, we seek the answers.  Physical? Spiritual?

Ezekiel was lead into the Valley Of Dry Bones.  Lifeless, scattered.  God’s children – Israel.  God asked: ‘Can these bones live?’.

‘Sovereign Lord, you alone know’.

Can this tired, hurting body live Lord?  You alone know.

‘Then he said to me, “Prophesy to these bones and say to them, ‘Dry bones, hear the word of the Lord! This is what the Sovereign Lord says to these bones: I will make breath enter you, and you will come to life. I will attach tendons to you and make flesh come upon you and cover you with skin; I will put breath in you, and you will come to life. Then you will know that I am the Lord.’”  Ezekiel 37:4-6

A rattling, a knitting together of muscle and flesh.  A God-breathed living army stood before him, in place of that which was once devoid of hope.

Lord, breathe life into these dry bones.

Like Paul, we plead for our thorns to be taken away.  But we are reminded that in our suffering, that His grace is sufficient for us.  That His power is made perfect in weakness (2 Corinthians 12:8-9).

Ezekiel stepped out  and God stepped up.  He had to speak; to act on God’s prompting.  To prophesy into this valley of bones.  He spoke truth and God breathed life.  The children of Israel regenerated by His Spirit – that they might know that He is God.

Lord, breathe life into these dry bones.

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