Who loves Fridays? I do. I do! Hands raised around the room?
I love Friday because it’s the end of a work week and the beginning of the weekend. When my (three) kids were growing up I would always try to make Friday suppers somewhat celebratory. Fun food fare like wings or a table of finger foods – things we didn’t have ordinarily. I was a working, single mom and anything I could do to lighten things up, I did! But, now, I love Fridays because it’s a chance to congregate with the Five Minute Friday community and speed write or maybe it’s crash write – whatever, it’s an enjoyable challenge and one I look forward to.
Here goes, anything goes really, five minutes of heart-writing…this week’s prompt?
Then one of the angel-seraphs flew to me. He held a live coal that he had taken with tongs from the altar. He touched my mouth with the coal and said,
“Look. This coal has touched your lips.
Gone your guilt,
your sins wiped out.”
And then I heard the voice of the Master:
“Whom shall I send?
Who will go for us?”
I spoke up,
Send me!” Isaiah 6.7-8
It was June 1999 and my hubs and I sat in one of the beautiful chapels at Bob Jones University for our friends’ wedding. The works of art adorning the chapel were old, gorgeous, huge framed pieces of Biblical events. The Last Supper. The Ascension. Seven canvases in all and all stunning work by Benjamin West. To my right and above me was the prophet Isaiah with an angel in flight but hovering over Isaiah with a searing coal held to Isaiah’s lips.
Me? Why me? I am not capable of doing THAT.
I can’t go THERE.
What am I supposed to do with THIS?
Send how MUCH?
But the voice of The Master, urges,
If not you, then who?
Like Isaiah, do I bow in humble adoration?
In my weakness? In my frailty? In my afraid? [tweetthis]Like Isaiah, do I bow in humble adoration? In my weakness? In my frailty? In my afraid?[/tweetthis]