To You … With Love

One Foot In Heaven

That was the name of a book and or movie of many years ago. The title itself has always been intriging. I was about to discover the true meaning as I climbed the altar stairs of my first church in the strange little house of the Lord.

White in color, graced in garments of years past, sunshine of the early morning bore down upon the first little church, my gift to cherish and attend. We knew we were in the right place as the wide sign of the cross declared holy intentions of a congregation to mark the land in the name of God. It sat humbly beneath the shadow of the great water tower. "There's enough water there," David said "to baptize the whole community if that tower ever fell."

My eyes were fixed upon the sacred place where I had been awarded a privilege to preach in the name of Jesus. Who would have believed God could make this transition for me from the kitchen to the throne room of a people, in such a short span of time. Shivers ran through my soul.

Perhaps, it was a tremor of fear, or maybe just the thrill of being on the dance floor, where the music from the kingdom had been playing in my heart. There does come a day when one ceases to explain the mystery of a calling sent via the love of God and just waits for the dance to begin.

Surely, as Jesus said to Nicodemus, of the Holy Spirits way with humanity, "The wind blows where it will, you hear the sound of it but you cannot tell from where it comes to where it goes." John 3:8