I stand on the land below Michael’s calf watching the river calmly make its way around rocks and reeds.
It is peaceful here.
Birds chitter enthusiastically as they go about the serious business of building nests and finding food. Cars filled with tired souls drive to and fro on the bridge to my right.
It is a normal day. I am content.
Builder appears to my right an speaks.
Builder:
“Behold son of sorrow! The floodgates are opened!”
Suddenly a loud roaring, crashing sound fills the air from somewhere upriver. The sound grows louder and louder until it is a loud roar. Now the river thunders past us, breaking the banks to wash over the sides.
Builder:
“Such is the blessing of God son of sorrow. It does not trickle, it roars.”
I stand watching the spectacle before me in awe. Dirt, debris and stubborn weed alike are ripped up and hurtled down the river with violent force.”
Builder:
“Nothing can withstand the blessing of God. Where there is unity, He commands blessing! Even the past is ripped up and forced into the sea.
Continue then to bring unity and you shall see this flood son of sorrow. And all who stand with you to bring unity shall see this same flood.
But those who insist on isolating themselves at the expense of the kingdom shall see nothing but a trickling stream.
Seek first the kingdom and HIS righteousness and all that you see here shall come upon you.
The kingdom is all!”
Me:
“The kingdom is all!”
I wake up.
