Momentum

A Spectacle

Something is about to happen, is happening. A spectacle. All will turn to see it. Have regard for it. Be stopped in their tracks. Stop and pay attention! Be consumed in the moment, with the moment.

Two Sumo wrestlers. Rocking back and forth. Looking for the moment, for momentum. Then at once, a launching forward, a tipping point. Step forward and watch me bowl the enemy over.

Then, like marbles, roll with momentum, maintaining equal spacing for maximum speed.

And when we came together, there was an explosion, to remove blockage and speed movement.

Cut flowers all over the ground, the dry ground, pounded into the ground, shredded. But where-ever I walked, it was the path of fruit. It was imprinted into the ground.

But then the flow came, as the ground was moistened, the broken pieces came together and the full tree rose up and was restored.

Although trampled under foot, my imprint remains.

Overwhelmed, Little space to breathe, and then a breaking of the ceiling to provide, more breathing space.

1 drop should cover it. One drop is like a lake for God.

1 Kings 17:12-16 And she said, As the Lord your God lives, I have not a loaf baked but only a handful of meal in the jar and a little oil in the bottle. See, I am gathering two sticks, that I may go in and bake it for me and my son, that we may eat it—and die. Elijah said to her, Fear not; go and do as you have said. But make me a little cake of [it] first and bring it to me, and afterward prepare some for yourself and your son. For thus says the Lord, the God of Israel:The jar of meal shall not waste away or the bottle of oil fail until the day that the Lord sends rain on the earth. She did as Elijah said. And she and he and her household ate for many days. The jar of meal was not spent nor did the bottle of oil fail, according to the word which the Lord spoke through Elijah

Sermon – After sacrifice comes fire. Elijah.