Because Souls Are Like Gardens
'Because Souls Are Like Gardens' is a collection of fictional and non-fictional musings—anywhere from life's quirky moments and general happenings, to thoughts and experiences around Jesus, the Kingdom, and truth. Much like a garden, what is planted here today, will be different to what is planted here tomorrow. Happy Pickin's!
When friends repeatedly suggested I write about this and share it publicly, I physically nodded ‘yes’, but inwardly recoiled—“no”. And that’s how it stayed for over two months, until this morning…
The ‘accuser of the brethren’ likes to remind us of our pasts. That’s his job. Title. Deed. Who he is. The thing is, he speaks from a space of delusion and theatre. He tries to guilt us into becoming who we ‘were’, which is the exact opposite of what Jesus does.
Gossip. It’s sparked into flame by someone who knows a partial truth about a person or situation, by intrigue or offence, or by divisive intent; then it’s fuelled into fire by others who want to know about it but who have no business knowing it in the first place…
Faith bound by the limitations of intellect is not faith; it is assessment and conjecture based on the evidence of things that are ‘seen’ and the flesh of circumstances…
As my friend entertained with all manner of songs and instruments in the background and people chattered away over dinner, I was seated at a long white table under a fruiting mango tree that had light bulbs strung in a row under its branches. The biergarten was buzzing…
I have chewed over this dream for some time now. My closest friends know about it (or parts of it) but I now feel to write it down and make it plain so that they who read it may run with it (if they wish).
There’s an abundance of Kingdom reality in this one word alone, just waiting to move from the unseen into the seen…
Am feeling really strongly the power, the life, the hope —the aroma of the Spirit of God—that embraces hearts when encouragement floods a space…
The preaching of ‘revival’ seems to make a special reappearance in every generation, but what about ‘permanent inhabitation’?
What if the ‘you’ who lives deep beneath your appearance wasn’t actually hidden away by your flesh way back in the Garden of Eden? Was your flesh even noticed in the Garden of Eden to begin with? Or was something greater—more real and far more eternal— noticed by others first?
