Beyond Words, Walls, and Temples: A Sermon

What do we do when everything’s crumbling, and our old standbys no longer work? Ezekiel chapter 1 has some answers.

When I was little, I had a fuzzy blue blanket that I took with me everywhere. I called it my “blankey.” I would suck my fingers while I rubbed one of the soft corners. Apparently I would also pitch a fit if I couldn’t find it! Why was this blanket so important? Because it brought me comfort when I felt stressed or frightened. My four-year-old self believed that as…