The song reminds us that it is the one, true, living God who we worship and serve. The incarnate Lord. The one who walked among us. The one with the dirt on his feet and the wounds on his side. He bought us with his blood.
Incarnation is the work of patience, my new friend from Kenya says.
Together we read Ephesians each day. This book reminds us our our not-so-distant past. How we were once dead. I think of Ezekiel and the floor of a valley littered with dry, brittle bones. Can these bones live?
No. That's the simple answer. There is no life in dry bones. Not a shred. Not even enough life left to make a broth.
Somehow, through his journey into the valley of bones, and the breaking of his own bones, and his glorious resurrection, we are alive. These dry bones live.
I will make breath enter you, and you will come to life. I will attach tendons to you and make flesh come upon you and cover you with skin; I will put breath in you, and you will come to life. Then you will know that I am the LORD.
These are the people of God. Brought out of the valley of dry bones by the loving hand of our God, who is ever rich in mercy. We move our limbs in wonder.
Our now lungs filled with breath, and our lips able to move, how should we use them? They belong to God, for it is with his bones and blood that they live.
We should use them for a plea:
Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.
And a promise:
O Lord, open my lips, and my mouth will declare your praise.
The Bishops from Uganda and Rwanda remind us that revival, or resurrection, is intrinsically linked to the death and resurrection of Christ, and it must result in repentance. Real repentance, not just some cheap copy.
Dr. Ovey shows us how our merciful God responds to our real repentance with grace. Real grace, not just some cheap copy.
Through grace we are reconciled to God, and to one another. And that is how we can stand, here at GAFCON, as brothers and sisters in Christ.
Our lips open in praise. In wonder. At what the Lord has done for us. And that he would use us, any of us, to build his temple.
Our hearts are stirred. We sing. Many voices. One Song.