The Strength of Our Counsel

The body is the House of God, and the head is the temple.

Each arm sways in its measure, each leg moves in its rhythm, yet no motion stands alone. When one steps forward, the other bears the weight, and together they form the foundation on which we stand.

The hands are the reaches of the heart — toward good or toward harm. At my right stands the sword, at my left the shield, and as my body is covered, so is our house protected?

The breastplate is the hammering of every enemy met eye to eye, tooth for tooth. For every plate the Lord lifted high was never placed beneath our feet, but raised for the peace of God’s children.

Life has never sustained an enemy to its liking, yet now a day must rise when we who kneel at the door of God ask for forgiveness. And the Lord shall open this door.

Then the last of their kind will show their deficiencies and weaknesses, for the Lord has already separated the rich from the poor, the last from the first. And this beginning will not come with laughter, but with bitter tears until the end.

Against these people of Israel — who knew the Lord their God yet never chose to defile the blessing spoken this day — those who bore this right in flesh shall provide the working heart from the Body of Christ, who stands at the right hand of God and holds the sword of kings upon the tip of every tongue that speaks the outcome of Heaven toward the earth.

With every pillar, the house shall not fall. But by our own working hands shall the fall be measured — every path walked, every burden carried, every birth and every struggle that shaped us from within.

Whoever has the reach may lift upward or bend low, and by holding to the foundations we take hold of what sustains us — what gathers us, what we consume, what becomes part of us and our traditions, eye to eye, voice to voice, laid down upon the cross for the one who has not yet arrived.

The eyes of honesty will reveal what the spirit saw before the body entered. The vision comes first. the footsteps follow to the door that opens for all to see God’s heart in motion beneath the deep.

It is the arms that guide the legs, and the legs that sway the body right to left, forward and back, in the unbroken rhythm of God’s peace — the momentum of God’s voice.