
My Dear Doubters of Great Faith, In the world of 6th century BCE, I can only imagine that Judeans captive in Babylon must surely have felt that all was lost. For everything that they saw, and felt, and touched, and tasted, everything that their senses recorded, screamed “Gone!” Forever. Hope was extinguished. And yet, we know that the story of Yahweh’s love affair with humanity is anything but over. It is simply one moment in Chronos, human time, a moment that God employs the prophet Ezekiel to beckon the people through. “Prophesy to these dry bones, and you shall live!” We know, in our logical, thinking minds that that is the case. God is always with us; therefore hope always exists. It is easy, however, in the midst of anxiety to lose sight of hope, and to succumb to fear. And that is what Ezekiel and so many others prophesy…