December 9, 2007 Sunday Sermon
Illustration by Grace Ellen Schiel
His coming so small
to my anticipating sense of majesty
though his was the morning
of all promise; the
morning of only hope.
When light appeared
all was changed;
the night of my soul split;
the earth of my body quaked.
A slow welling from
the Spirit’s hidden spring
keeps me awed, watchful,
waiting. A participant,
no longer nonchalant about God,
I’m immersed in the everyday,
atiptoe toward the last day,
every moment a moment
before the judgement.
Wide-awake, third ear tuned to
the pitch of the glory trumpet
I listen, ready for his any-day coming.
DAS
Author Profile: Born and raised in Montgomery County, Texas, Pastor Dan Schiel was called to preach the gospel of Jesus Christ at age 20 and has served as pastor in independent churches for over forty years. He is the founding pastor of Christ Church (founded 1977). 