The Buzz

The Buzz

Dip your hands in it. It’s golden. It’s pure gold. It shimmers. It glistens. It reflects. It reflects my goodness.

Ezekiel 20:6 On that day I lifted up My hand and swore to them to bring them out of the land of Egypt to a land that I had searched out for them, flowing with milk and honey, [a land] which is an ornament and a glory to all lands.

Like the leprous. Wash yourself in it. Bathe in it. I’m healing your past. I’m making it golden.

2 Kings 5:13-14 And his servants came near and said to him, My father, if the prophet had bid you to do some great thing, would you not have done it? How much rather, then, when he says to you, Wash and be clean? Then he went down and dipped himself seven times in the Jordan, as the man of God had said, and his flesh was restored like that of a little child, and he was clean.

A medal winning performance. Better than the olympics. Wrapt in the ribbon. Wrapped in the ribbon. It adorns your oar.

Row to the beat. Pace the movement. Stroke by stroke. Stroke through. Cut through and make straight paths.

Dip your oar in it. In the flow. For the honey flows. This honey flows. It slides through it. For it flows. It preserves.

Dip in the spoon that stirs that takes more up. Lifts it up. More to partake.

Like bees to the honey.

There is a buzz.

Can’t you hear hear it. Elevating the drops, carrying the drops. Lifting the drops. Multiplying the drops.

Psalms 118:12-16 Like swarming bees, like wild prairie fire, they hemmed me in; in God’s name I rubbed their faces in the dirt. I was right on the cliff-edge, ready to fall, when God grabbed and held me. God’s my strength, he’s also my song, and now he’s my salvation. Hear the shouts, hear the triumph songs in the camp of the saved? “The hand of God has turned the tide! The hand of God is raised in victory! The hand of God has turned the tide!”

Hide on, ride on the wild horses.

Jeremiah 12:5 “So, Jeremiah, if you’re worn out in this footrace with men, what makes you think you can race against horses? And if you can’t keep your wits during times of calm, what’s going to happen when troubles break loose like the Jordan in flood?

Bounding forward, without bounds. Galloping forward, leaping forward. For the rain is coming, can you feel it. A mist at first, then a heavy atmosphere, then a bursting forth, a torrent.

1 Kings 18:44-46 And sure enough, the seventh time he said, “Oh yes, a cloud! But very small, no bigger than someone’s hand, rising out of the sea.” “Quickly then, on your way. Tell Ahab, ‘Saddle up and get down from the mountain before the rain stops you.'” Things happened fast. The sky grew black with wind-driven clouds, and then a huge cloudburst of rain, with Ahab hightailing it in his chariot for Jezreel. And God strengthened Elijah mightily. Pulling up his robe and tying it around his waist, Elijah ran in front of Ahab’s chariot until they reached Jezreel.

For it rains upon my honey and it is not washed away, the flow is preserved, fluid but not diluted, running off. To fertilize all around. The flow surrounded by the flow, the flow carried by the flow.