It had a massive, high wall, with twelve gates where twelve angels were stationed and on which names were inscribed, the names of the twelve tribes of the children of Israel.
The foundations of the city wall were decorated with every precious stone; the first course of stones was jasper, the second sapphire, the third chalcedony, the fourth emerald, the fifth sardonyx, the sixth carnelian, the seventh chrysolite, the eighth beryl, the ninth topaz, the tenth chrysoprase, the eleventh hyacinth, and the twelfth amethyst. The twelve gates were twelve pearls, each of the gates made from a single pearl...
Perhaps they are beautiful rather than powerful since the Bible speaks of God's omnipotence mostly in passing, but is far more interested in God's sublimely beautiful mercy and justice. A thing of beauty is a joy forever, as the poet John Keats said. And that eternal quality needs no strong defense. It is imperishable.
As we live and practice our faith in these quarrelsome times, we do well to fix our gaze on Jesus and his beauty. Fearmongers will try to torment us with their worries and they will urge us to amass more power to defend against possible incursions. Certainly we should take ordinary steps to relieve our suffering planet and its migrating peoples from climate change. Extreme heat and flooding will force millions, perhaps billions, of people to abandon the tropics. We should prepare to welcome them.
And we'll be especially glad to share the beauty of our faith, remembering that many of them already perceive the Father's beauty in Jesus and his Holy Spirit.
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I love to write. This blog helps me to meditate on the Word of God, and I hope to make some contribution to our contemplations of God's Mighty Works.
Ordinarily, I write these reflections two or three weeks in advance of their publication. I do not intend to comment on current events.
I understand many people prefer gender-neutral references to "God." I don't disagree with them but find that language impersonal, unappealing and tasteless. When I refer to "God" I think of the One whom Jesus called "Abba" and "Father", and I would not attempt to improve on Jesus' language.
You're welcome to add a thought or raise a question.