Until the final ingathering
The river is still flowing
It begins at a struck rock in the desert and runs through the Torah, through the Temple courts on a torchlit night, through the prophets who promised rain on dry ground, through a shout on the last day of the feast, through Pentecost, and into people who have themselves become the place where God dwells. Ezekiel measured it as it deepened: ankle, knee, waist, and then a river no one could cross.
The nations are still going up. The exiles are still coming home. We build our fragile booths, wave the branches, pray for rain, welcome the stranger to the table, and hold the door open for the ones still on their way.
Save us, Lord our God, and gather us from the nations, that we may give thanks to your holy name.
Psalm 106:47
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