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…
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…
Neely rolled to her other side, still curled in a ball. Hugging her pillow and semi-unconscious, some part of her mind became aware of other people in the room. But how could there be? It was the middle of the night. Maybe she was just imagining it. And yet, there was light pressing through her eyelids. How was that possible?
Ghosts and shadows plague tormented minds: Haunted phrases run on loop until insanity nears; They trickle from ceilings, crawl through windows and slink through open doors. Mental assaults from yesterday unravel and dismember peace: “You will never find love because you will never be worthy of it.” “You have no ability—you lack everything required to function.” “Nothing is all you are, and nothing is all you will have….”
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…
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?
It’s kinda a fun study to take a few minutes to watch a non-believing church service. (For example, an atheistic church service: They can be found on YouTube.) It’s interesting to watch it with eyes wide open to what looks like ‘rightness’ and same-same patterns of church, yet it is (simultaneously) sad that the absence of the person of Yeshua can be felt…
