Living the life, sharing the message
© Chris Duffett 2010
A noisy gong. Splat. Bash. An assault on the ears. When I utter without love, without life, without the Messiah words being part of me. Rescuing me, being my story of today. Not a bygone era one of once saved, but a today story of the arms outstretched, painfully wide and of me being embraced.
A drum type noise. Like the one when a toddler clangs a snare drum, denting the skin, ouch, it hurts to hear. This is the same when I am loveless and gospel words become mechanical, pitched, pattered, splattered like a good news gun without the goodness. Words without wonder, verses without a monkeys. Outlines of spiritual laws without a damn.
Living the life, first love life. Sharing the message flows, streams quenching dry mouths who enquire. Why do you have that smile, hope, shine, purpose, belief. Why oh why. Can I have some? Living the life, first love life where Jesus is adored and adored and adored and adored. This is when the message will visibly resound. Full. Luscious. Good.
be the light 