send me

Monday June 9th, Isaiah 6: Then one of the angel-seraphs flew to me. He held a live coal that he had taken with tongs from the altar. He touched my mouth with the coal and said, "Look. This coal has touched your lips. Gone your guilt, your sins wiped out." And then I heard the voice of the Master: "Whom shall I send? Who will go for us?" I spoke up, “I'll go. Send me!" Strange figures with six wings flying around, hot coals touching your lips, sometimes fantasy is the only way to describe that which is holy, that which is beyond description. Some may take offense at calling it fantasy and may want to call it real, actual, factual. But for me that only serves to distract from the wonder. If I can truly grasp and understand the mysteries of God, they are no longer mysteries. Fundamentalism only tries to strip the wonder from religion and replace it with scientific certainty, while doing a nice little dance to reject science. I prefer to be awed by the wonder, the story, the myth, the beauty and the poetry of God. Be awed by God and enjoy the majesty of the Creator who came into the world to bring beauty and life, real life, to the likes of you and me.