“God grabbed me. God’s Spirit took me up and set me down in the middle of an open plain strewn with bones. He led me around and among them—a lot of bones! There were bones all over the plain—dry bones, bleached by the sun. He said to me, “Son of man, can these bones live?” I said, “Master God, only you know that.” Ezekiel 37:1-3 (MSG)
It was as if something had momentarily suspended whatever it was that breathed life into this place.
I couldn’t put my finger on it.
There seemed to be this eery silence
Where there was meant to be sound.
That’s what made the silence eery,
It was not so much the silence itself.
But the sense that life was once coursing through this place,
And that it wasn’t now.
There seemed to be hollowness
The kind of hollowness that used to be full.
Not of perfect things,
But I could tell it was once full,
I wondered what had happened.
Why the emptiness?
Why this not-present-presence?
And out of the depths came a whisper.
“He said to me, “Prophesy over these bones: ‘Dry bones, listen to the Message of God!’”
God, the Master, told the dry bones, “Watch this: I’m bringing the breath of life to you and you’ll come to life. I’ll attach sinews to you, put meat on your bones, cover you with skin, and breathe life into you. You’ll come alive and you’ll realize that I am God!”
Ezekiel 37:7-8 (MSG)
P.S Part Two is on it’s way, and it’s hope-full.