Ezekiel 36:26 — I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh.

Twenty-six years ago, I left my heart [of stone] in San Francisco. On March 19, 1989, the Lord gave me His Spirit and a heart of flesh, right there in San Francisco. This week Michael and I visited the city and I was overwhelmed as I saw our Lord’s sovereignty and His goodness.

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(Wish the Haight Ashbury street signs were bigger, but trust me, we were there)

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As I contemplate the story God wove together, I am brought to my knees in gratitude and amazement. Back in the hippie days, a church followed Yeshua’s command and opened a Christian coffeehouse right there in Haight Ashbury. A young man named Peter walked into that coffeehouse and heard the truth. Peter then prayed with a member of the church in the back of this place, asking Jesus to cleanse him of his sin and become his Lord and Savior. When I met Peter in New York City back in 1989, he did not walk like the new creation he was meant to be. When Peter refused my attempts to reform him and I refused to marry him, he went back to San Francisco and began attending the church which had sponsored the coffeehouse. I remember an entry in my journal at that time: I’m looking for my great savior love, but I can’t find him. Thinking that savior was Peter (oy vey), I flew to him in San Francisco. The night I arrived, Peter had me pray with him, asking Jesus to cleanse me of my sin and asking Him to be my Lord and my Savior.

Longing for His Return

This morning the last song before the Pastor came to the pulpit was In Christ Alone. Together as the Messiah’s Body, we sang, Till He returns or calls me home, Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand

And when Pastor Billy then made mention of how we are all longing for His return, it reminded me of an unexpected moment i had yesterday morning. i was attending my monthly Word Weavers writers’ critique group. I did the unforgiveable– I forgot to turn my cell phone off. So there we were in our beloved writers circle when my husband texted me. I have an extra special text tone for Michael–it’s the sound of the shofar. So, when out of nowhere everyone heard the sound of the trump, WOW, if you could have have seen the look of sheer delight on everyone’s face. Of course, it didn’t take long to realize it was not the sound of the LAST TRUMP (oh, if only it were), but, I believe, it afforded us a moment to remember and reflect on our mutual longing.