"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?'”
Ezekiel 37:1-2 (The Message)
Can these bones live again?
It is the old question. It is new. It is real, It is ours.
We own it.
Even our own bones seem and feel dried up, but the bones around us ...
Oh, the bones around us!
We can psych ourselves up artificially and temporarily and we can walk around, but their bones have no visible life. And, when we are truthful with ourselves, we understand that our days of faking it through life are numbered.
It is when we speak to the dry bones around us that we know it is Spirit that brings life.
This is spiritual work and this is hopeful work.
We do little but speak. God breathes and when God breathes, life happens.