The Splendor of the North Georgia Mountains

If silence is God’s first language, God’s second language is poetry. As I was looking at snow flurries last week, I thought, “Rain is prosaic; snow is poetic.” Isaiah (35:1-10) speaks the language of poetry to describe the saving power of God. God will bring the people back from exile. God will restore all things. God will renew all things. The Spirit of the Risen Christ—the Cosmic Christ—dwells within us and within all of creation and is ever making things new as creation continues to flare forth. The Christ presides over the chaos and void in our world and in our lives and is making all things news—a new heaven and a new earth where justice is at home according to Paul. We await the fullness of the promise. Continue reading →