I hope the word below speaks to you. If there is an intended audience, I suppose it would be those Christians who have allowed the thorns and weeds of life to grow and choke them; those who have let their lamps go out amidst the false securities and driving pressures of this world.
Which, if we are honest, includes all of us to some degree or another.
Lord, have mercy.
The heart of winter
October 2004 (written 1st January 2005)
Grey clouds scurry across a twilight sky.
A cool wind blows from the North.
The last of the leaves are blown from the trees.
Dead leaves make patterns in the swirl of the wind.
Will you not come home to Me, my children? Will you still tarry outside?
Winter will be upon you soon, and the heart of winter, winter’s heart, will fall upon you.
I have all things prepared.
The lights are on, the fire stoked, the feast is laid.
Will you not come home?
I am here, to welcome you.
How long will you tarry?
Will you wait until it is too late?
Until the heart of winter is upon you?
Until the snow is thick upon the ground, until a shroud of ice is upon everything?
Until winter’s heart claws at your own heart?
Until there is no life, no love, no peace and no purpose?
Until the heart of winter will claim you as its own?
There is still time.
Come home to me – there is still time.
Before the heart of winter grips you forever.
Before it is too late.
Come home to Me.