She believed in the Living Spirit, in the miracle of the now. God was moving and alive, making all things new. Life was lived in the present, with fresh anointing for each new day, each new season. Revival was within grasp, redemption purchased daily, mercy upon mercy, grace upon grace.
He believed in the Resurrection, works done in the past sealed for all eternity. God moved, He spoke, but the age of miracles had passed. Life was lived in the present, yet once anointed, forever anointed. What for revival when your faith and future was already assured? Redemption once accepted was yours forever.
Who was right and who was wrong? None could say. Still they sparred, from ten to thirty, decades ticking by word by word, argument by argument. They lived and loved, but still returned to that one question neither could fully answer to the other’s satisfaction:
What was the unforgiveable sin? For did God not forgive and redeem all things?
Today's suggestions were:
- hedgehogs, from Barbara Harrison
- honeybee, from Andrea Stoeckel
- honeymoon/heartfelt/hallowed/holy, from Cherie Osier
- hermeneutical, from Z
Hermeneutical is all Z's fault. I tried. Sorry.
I'm also woefully under target wordcount, so I'll try to write longer pieces for the next few.