The Reveal

The sun fades quietly on this early winter day, without even a hint of color. As if a painter’s rag, soaked in turpentine, wiped away the landscape, leaving only streaks of ghostly grey. The deepest dark of a moonless winter night settles over everything and seeps into the minds of the weary. The hours drag until midnight, when the cold silence of falling snow muffles every sound except the slow, deep breaths of the slumbering. Early morning wind rattles brittle window panes, curtaining them in frosted lace; a delicate touch in the preparations for the unveiling. The first light glitters and gleams to reveal a skiff of diamond chips scattered across the desert floor and then lightly, sprinkled like sweet sugar over the Sage-Brush and the gnarled Cedar. The beloved, La Plata’s towering above the mesas and hills, true to their name, glow as polished silver. Then turn neon rose, as they mirror the sunrise, in celebration of this wonderful new masterpiece. Created while the high desert peacefully, snored through the transformation of a dreary day, wiped away, and reworked; leaving a dazzling bright landscape in its place. A special gift meant to fill even ancient hearts with child-like awe and wonder. Yes! The desert can bloom in winter, as an unexpected rose sometimes, does in some sheltered corner of the garden; when the only One capable of creating something from nothing, retouches it and by His mighty Spirit breathes new life and beauty into that which appears dried grey. A cacophony of praise breaks out in admiration, grateful singing of the winter birds! Will those created in the Master’s image also, give Him praise? Or will they turn away from the miracle, this precious gift made out of Love; and with jaded hearts deny this living masterpiece that each of us is part of? If you doubt the reality of God, look closely in the mirror, then look beyond yourself, and all around you; can’t you see what God has done? The grandeur of nature and the magnificence of the universe is a powerful reveal of the Mighty Hand that brought them into being!


25 thoughts on “The Reveal

    1. In everything. Did you notice your winter rose?:0) When we lived in Colorado, I once harvested broccoli out of the snow on New Years day. It was wonderful! So now, ever since you told me about your rose, I keep imagining a beautiful red rose blooming in the snow. That’s something I’ve never seen.

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      1. Lol…I did! I just didn’t make the connection with my rose! Now it makes sense. See….your words and the conections they make are amazing. I am limited in my dot connecting when it comes to prose. But…I am learning by reading it.

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      2. Poetry and prose are written in the language of the heart. So…don’t overthink it, just feel it, see it, taste it, and hear it. :0) I once heard a preacher say, “If you get the heart right then the head clears right up!” Of course, he was referring to getting right with God and as a heart person, writing poetry and prose about the things that trouble and confound me, helps me sort my heart out so, I can take it all to God and let Him sort it out. Other times, it is the best way for me to express how God works in my life. It is truth from a much deeper place than factual information.

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      3. It is from a much deeper place than facts, Pam. I am a fact type of guy I guess. That’s why, for the most part, I stick to basic devotional stuff, as it appeals to that side of me. I sure appreciated friends who can really turn a phrase, though. I love to read good prose, and am learning to appreciate poetry more and more. We each have our gifts eh?

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      4. I like factual truth too and no matter how I feel, it is in presenting those feelings to Truth that I find balance. Writing poetry and prose reveals things in myself that surprise me. Reading them does too but in a different way. The Bible has all of it. That’s why it is such an accurate mirror…I’m babbling I think…yes, we all have our gifts. I love individuality.:0)

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      5. You babble away! You know, sometimes I feel bad because I don’t tend to be a babbler. Remember Sgt Joe Friday? Just the facts, ma’am. That’s me. I know sometimes people thing I am being curt when I talk. I’m not, really, I just an stingy with words sometimes. Now, the funny thing is, if you put me in front of a group of people? I can talk forever!

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      6. I start shaking all over if I have to stand in front of a crowd but I can stand up in the audience and give an eloquent speech. In real life, I’m pretty quiet, my thoughts are too big for my mouth but I can type 100 wpm…so, I only babble when I write.

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      7. That explains how you type so fast! I am not a slow typist, but not really fast either. I love to speak to a crowd. I love to teach. I love to preach even though I am not a preacher LOL.

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      8. Well..yes. Like any church, teachers are hard to recruit sometimes, so the willing get more than their share. But, it’s a blessing for me, so I don’t consider it a burden. It’s funny how I started teaching actually. We are….traditional so we men do the adult teaching responsibilities for mixed classes. On day the assigned teacher didn’t show up for some reason, nor any of the other men. Next thing I knew all these ladies were just staring at me. My wife leaned close and said…”Baby, you have to teach us.” The rest, as they say, is history. Talk about scared? I was still a fairly new believer, but something the fellow who has really been my mentor had repeated often is that any of us should walk into Sunday school already having studied the lesson thoroughly. I was really glad I listened to him.

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      9. I learned more from teaching Sunday School than I probably taught anyone. I taught children and teenagers, led women’s devotions, and my husband and I taught adults together for awhile. I loved it but it has been some time ago so, I’m past missing it. Actually, I should probably go church shopping but that’s hard for me to think about right now. My church has changed a lot and left me in the dust.

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      10. I’m sorry to hear that Pam. That would be really hard. We are so blessed here, as Bible teaching churches are on every corner in my part of the world. There are several that I would be quite comfortable in if it ever came down to that. Leaving a church must be a hard decision. I would have no clue, as I have never left one. Other than a couple of teenage years in a Methodist Church, where I am is the only place I have ever been.

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      11. I’ve lived here so long and I’ve been in two churches that have always sort of been like one church because they were the same denomination and people move back and forth…kind of silly. I’m not a grasshopper but my church is more like a theatre now than a church. The preaching is still pretty good topical as opposed to good expository preaching that I prefer but is rare these days. There isn’t very much deep teaching anymore though and I don’t think all the new people, and there are many, are being given what they need. Maybe, I’m just getting old but they spend lots of money on stuff and seem to neglect what’s more important. I like simple. I have a lot to pray about. I don’t really lack spiritually, speaking but I miss close fellowship and the family feel of church. I know part of that not being there is because I’m too sick to be involved in the work. I’ve always been a worker bee.:0)

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      12. Ah…yeah. Not a big fan of topical preaching myself. We are very, very basic. When we built our new building I think some were quite shocked when during a choir special a video was played with it LOL. So, I can understand your concerns. I know you must miss the work, I would.

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