Holy Smoke

They said, ‘Now don’t go missing out on what God has got for you’.

It made  me sort of desperate and frantic. I exchanged my pilgrim slippers for the neon lights of the ‘Price is Right’ and moved away from mystery. It’s just in my nature to gravitate toward where things are happening.

Now, decades later, I sit by dim candlelight barely able to make out the river or the sky. Just faithfully boiling the kettle over the smouldering ashes. Warmed by holy smoke.

It is by the goodness of God that He realized I would need a lot of help, and, so he sent Jesus. He bent down in grace to give me something to grip onto, a handle on himself, so that maybe I could relate to the mystery that is God.