Kindness, like a boomerang, always returns.
~ Author Unknown
The unfolding of your words gives light; it gives understanding to the simple.
I visited a church yesterday that was just beautiful, set on a hill. Just behind the church was a huge formation of rocks, that reminded me of something from Galaxy Quest (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVEncwqBcko) Gorignak. The formation of rocks behind the sanctuary looked almost human. Just in front of the rock formation was a garden, three crosses next to each other. It was a very powerful scene to reflect on as the pastor preached on the gift of tongues. It is a topic not oft preached on in our denomination.
A mourning dove landed on the center cross, and stayed there for the entire time the pastor spoke. Just before the end of the sermon, a yellow butterfly flew across the crosses, and then back again. Just after the sermon and just before communion, both left the scene. The pastor preached from 1 Corinthians 14:6-8,
6-8 Think, friends: If I come to you and all I do is pray privately to God in a way only he can understand, what are you going to get out of that? If I don’t address you plainly with some insight or truth or proclamation or teaching, what help am I to you? If musical instruments—flutes, say, or harps—aren’t played so that each note is distinct and in tune, how will anyone be able to catch the melody and enjoy the music? If the trumpet call can’t be distinguished, will anyone show up for the battle?
He used Eugene Peterson’s The Message and read a bit more of the passage. His explanations were simple, helpful, the evidence of much consideration. His point was that we each have an obligation to be edifying in our speech, and that it is greater to keep praying beyond the gift of speaking in tongues, for the gift of prophecy which is edifying to the whole church.
Kind of like coming out of the dark, and having the light gradually increased so that the one coming out of the dark isn’t blazed by the lights…so much unlike the way we enter this world!
The pastor’s manner was kind, loving, gentle.
This column today is not meant to encourage you all to seek the gift of tongues, it is a reminder for me to speak the truth in kindness, no matter what the venue. I took the dove and the butterfly as witnesses of the Spirit of God, which was at the center of the pastor’s motivation.
Today, look for God’s spirit in small kindnesses.
Because of Him,