Written not with ink

Last Sunday the handpainted sign for my church was released. It was released from God through hands that cut the wood and hands that painted the logo. The sign announcing my church unfolded like a big wooden card on the walkway outside. Like a greeting card from heaven it speaks to me . It is if there is Logos (the word) in the logo. The design contains a cross. It is a purple cross and in each quadrant of the cross is a half moon shape opening outward from each corner. Inside each half moon shape is a circle or dot. It is like the expression of a face blooming from each corner of the cross.

The logo has a beautiful joy about it. It comes into my mind as a reflection of all that is written of the Love of God. Each expression bursting from the corner of the cross sings of how Jesus owns our every expression, our every emotion . The author of all joy , of all love, purifies our every passion beneath the Cross.

I see the Purple cross, the great Passion of God in the life of Jesus ,as it captivates and holds me, drawing all shame and bitterness and regret from my soul. But ,He does not leave this soul empty. Instead from the cross, Red He pours His blood bought passion into my soul that I may love. Yellow He pours every jealous promise to pursue my soul that I may proclaim His jealousy. Green He pours His truth into my soul that I may grow in Grace and Knowledge of Him. Blue He pours His rushing waters over my soul that I may praise “all my fountains are in Him”.

The sign outside my church is an emblem of the Heart of Jesus. It calls me to celebrate when I enter and it calls me to remember when I leave. But greater is the call to pray that this sign will be a greeting card to many. I pray the sign to be a card of Love, a card that says “welcome back” to the wanderer, a card that says “happy birthday” to the babes born again, a card that says “Just married ” to the Bridegroom (Jesus) as He looks upon us . . . His Bride.

2 Corinthians 3:3 Forasmuch as ye are manifestly declared to be the epistle of Christ ministered by us, written not with ink, but with the Spirit of the living God; not in tables of stone, but in fleshy tables of the heart. Image

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  1. Reblogged this on vunglaub and commented:

    Our church has become what our sign represents.: His Bride. His Beloved . His workmanship! We celebrate with the Creator of all things the the one year anniversary of the RLOC sign .

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