I mined in your mines, and I gathered in your corn. I been working, mister, since the day I was born. Now I worry all the time like I never did before, 'Cause I ain't got no home in this world anymore… — Woody Guthrie
This is one of those
old-fashioned, free-range,
leap-of-faith callings.
Just when you thought
our climate-controlled,
pension-secured culture
had squeezed all the
chutzpah out of the
believing community –
no more burning bushes,
flaming tongues-of-fire,
scary angelic appearances,
even still-small voices—
the Spirit erupts again.
©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org. Blessing for friends prior to their year working with churches in Cuba.
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