I love to see the wind...you know, really see the wind. I like seeing the wind pushing the leaves along the road, and tugging a kite through the sky. I enjoy the smell of wild flowers, as they dance in the breeze. The pleasure of lying on the grass barefooted, staring up at the stars in the black sky may be long gone, lost forever in the last year before my surgical accident. But, I find that God's Word and the Spirit remain. The Rhema & the Pneuma are an eternal part of my existence that not only can not be lost, but will keep me found. They are a moving, fragrant, lighted part of my being. They hold me, and lift my spirit higher than a kite could fly. They carry my heart further than the scent of lilacs on a strong breeze. They saturate my soul more fully than the dew on the grass beneath my bare feet, as I lay my soul bare before the Creator of all the splendor around us.
Romans 1:20 For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and deity; so that they are without excuse:
Playing word games this morning, I puzzled over the fact that Rhema didn't work...until I remembered that it was Greek, and not English, hence not allowed. Rheme is also used in teaching phonics. The Greek word Rhema means saying or utterance, and Pneuma means spirit. It seems vivid to me that a church service is composed of Rhema and Pneuma; worship in Spirit, and giving of the message.
As you go about your Sunday, I hope your day is filled with both Pneuma and Rhema. I hope you find that which is more than all that is around you: that which is within you.
Isaiah 12:6 Cry out and shout, you inhabitant of Zion: for great is the Holy One of Israel in the midst of you.