For the LORD your God is bringing you into a good land, a land of brooks of water, of fountains and springs, flowing out in the valleys and hills, a land of wheat and barley, of vines and fig trees and pomegranates, a land of olive trees and honey, a land in which you will eat bread without scarcity, in which you will lack nothing, a land whose stones are iron, and out of whose hills you can dig copper. And you shall eat and be full, and you shall bless the LORD your God for the good land he has given you. -Deuteronomy 8:7-10
I thought of this verse to go with the picture I took of Multnomah Falls in the Colombia river gorge. This passage of scripture is pregnant with promise for our communities that have had the kingdom of God sown into them. The fertility of the Kingdom, the fruitfulness of the Spirit is the fulfillment of all these ancient promises of days gone by. These were shadows of a dawning day, a coming One, an in-dwelt people who would manifest a eden like restoration. A people who would pour out living water from their innermost beings that would revive, heal and nourish all the dry wastelands it touches. Life giving waters that grow trees of fruit bearing nourishment. A people that would be a kingdom, a temple, a garden, a city...that would become home for a King, a Savior, a tree, a sun.
Standing in the mist of this cascading torrent, I can still hear the echoes the warrior poets pleadings in Psalms 42:7:
Deep calls to deep at the sound of Your waterfalls;
All Your breakers and Your waves have rolled over me.