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Topic: Worship (corporate) (10/04/07)
TITLE: God's Candy Store
By Jack Taylor
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She was sweet in any language. Deep chocolate eyes set in a licorice face told you so. Her tapestry of tangerine, spearmint, strawberry and lemon accentuated the sparkle flowing from her heart. Desperate hands stretching skyward reached for life. The call of the drums awakened her soul. In this place there was plenty of room for a refugee from the Congo.
A blueberry swirl of fabric wrapped itself around the aging form of the woman with the pumpkin pie complexion. Her caramel arms folded like toffee around her body. She swayed gently in rhythm with the subtle sounds of the violins. In this place there was plenty of room for a former Buddhist from Burma.
The hazel irises focused intensely on the words flashing freely on the screen. Ruby lips wrestled to find the words that prompted the depths of emotion found in freedom. Salty tears trickled down as shattered fingers twitched instinctively with the piano. The weathering of time and abuse marred the original scotch mint visage. In this place there was plenty of room for a long lost survivor from Siberia.
Latte was on his outside but espresso was in his bones. The bass guitar drove him to move in praise of the Amazing Grace that had freed him from his shackles. His candy cane covering and his numerous amber trinkets distracted no one. In this place there was plenty of room for a recovering addict from Columbia.
She was simplicity in cinnamon. Honeyed hair flowing forward as she bowed. Silence swallowing up her mind as images and impressions come her way. The pretzels imprisoned inside release. Her hands unfold. In this place there was plenty of room for a young model who had walked the streets and the catwalks of Paris.
The flavor of his smile matched the cranberry-mocha fudge tones of his skin. His people had long settled these lands. He understood the secrets of the forests and the complex remedies hidden in the herbs. His ears knew the voice of the bear, the eagle and the wind. Only now was he discovering the voice of his Maker as the Word came to life. In this place there was plenty of room for a descendant of Sitting Bull.
They nestled in tandems and in trios. Some settled alone. Away from this place, swallowed by busyness, parenting, learning, spending, tensions of life. Here surrounded by the tanginess of grace, compassion, forgiveness, hope, trust and peace.
They were skittles scattered across the floor of the Makerís home. They were M&Ms left out on display to salivate the observer. They were gourmet jelly beans and sweet tarts calling for passers by to taste and see that the Lord is good.
Together they spilled out of Godís candy store to bring their joy to the world.
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