The Forgiven Builder

Once upon a time, right now, there was darkness. There was so much, but God was working. Something of the marvelous... yet to come... unknown beauty that only God can bring and breathe into this world so dark...

A house built on sand that was about to come tumbling down on the shore...

Shattering... Everything... TOP to bottom... foundation and all.. just tumbling deep down. 
Into the vast, all consuming, danger polluted sea. 

O That God would forgive the foolish builder of the house- one of the world. 

Hurting hearts are everywhere, all around... just open up your eyes and let it soak through your heart as if it were a sponge...




Yet, His quiet, gentle whisper and presence still flooded the air, right now. 
And a gentle hush of peace- a blanket of pressing grace, covering the surface of the house of the forgiven builder. 

Then, when the builder let his tools lose, into the deep, and raised a flag colored in white, a flag of desperately desperate surrender...

A wave of mercy drowned everything and grace continued pressing hard, and joy started to be birthed into the builder's lungs, all because someone of the marvelous; of the humble, decided to be breathed into darkness. 

Yet again foolish builders imprint the sand with their quick moving feet, leaving traces of shame and guilt and pain. 

And yet again, forgiven builders stopped making great their own kingdoms, and kept on raising their flags colored white; of desperately desperate surrender. And then God said, "Let there be light," and it was so. 

And light dies to put an end to darkness. 

And then when dark shadows stopped appearing, light rays started breathing, like a new plant, so green, so fresh, so alive... In the chilled air of a springtime day. 

Light rays started raining refreshing rains of deep joy, so that foolish builders like us, you and me, could be raised up from deceitful, shadow drenched graves.

Then a dragon was slain when light died, because the dragon was of the dark, and though his fire kept on coming, forgiven builders, once known as foolish builders, started raising their fire proof shields, so that no blaze could pierce their now divine spirits. 

Their spirits, which were attached to THE Spirit, one of the divine. 

They became defenders of the light, and mountain tops cannot stop them from walking their beautiful feel across the vast land, right here, 

Right now.