Ezekiel 37 for Today
The hand of the Lord came upon me, and God brought me and set me down in the middle of a valley; it was full of bones, parched white bones. God led me all round them; there were many lying in the valley, and they were very dry and brittle to the point of breaking. He said to me, ‘Mortal, can these bones live?’ I answered, ‘O Loving Creator, you are the one who knows.’ Then he said to me, ‘Prophesy to these bones, and say to them: O dry bones, hear the word of the Holy One. O addiction and grief, O loneliness and broken relationships, hear what I say. You who shamed and belittled others and those who have been demeaned, listen to what I say. This is what God promises. I will cause breath to enter you and you shall live. I will lay sinew on you, and will cause flesh to come upon you, and cover you with skin. And put breath in you, and you shall live, and you shall know that I am the Great Healer.
So I prophesied as I had been commanded. I preached and I whispered; I shouted and danced to all the pieces and places that were dead. Suddenly there was a noise, a rattling, and the bones came together, bone to its bone. I looked, and there were sinews on them, and flesh had come upon them, and skin covered them; but there was no breath in them. Then God said to me, ‘Prophesy to the breath, prophesy, mortal, and say to the breath: Thus says the Source of Life: Come from the four winds. Come from the North and the South, the East and the West, O Breath, and breathe upon these who were dead, that they may live. I called as God commanded me, and the breath came into them and they lived and stood on their feet, a vast multitude.
Then the Great Reconciler said to me, ‘Mortal, these bones are the whole of my children, the ones who were cast out, the ones damaged to the point of death. They say, ‘Our bones are dried up, and our hope is lost; we are cut off completely. Our tears evaporated long ago and we lay in the dust of fear and despair.’ Therefore prophesy, show them a glimpse into the future, and say to them, ‘Thus says the One Who Make a Way Out of No Way: I am going to open your graves, open all that has buried you, closed you off and choked life and hope out of you. I will put my spirit in you and bring you back to the land of the living.
©February 2011 Cynthia Langston Kirk