The Dance of Death: A Field of Dry Bones Tells Its Story

The Dance of Death: A Field of Dry Bones Tells Its Story


In death, the stories of the departed often fade away with the memories of those who knew them. But what if the inanimate objects that witnessed their passing could tell their tales? Imagine the secrets and mysteries they could unravel. In this four-part series, we will explore the perspectives of four such objects: a set of bones, a field of dry bones, a burial shroud and a massive stone.

Valley of Dry Bones Story – “Ezekiel 37: 1-10

We were once strong, powerful, and full of life, but now we lay scattered across this barren valley as mere fragments of what we once were. The years had stripped us of our flesh, leaving only the remains of our bones behind. We were forgotten, lost in the sands of time, left to rot and be forgotten. Or so we thought.

Then, a mighty wind swept across the valley, stirring up the dust and debris. And then, something miraculous began to happen. The bones started to tremble and shake, as if coming to life again. We felt a strange energy coursing through us, as if the very power of God was flowing through our bones.

The feeling was exhilarating, yet terrifying at the same time. We had been nothing but bones for so long that we had forgotten what it felt like to have flesh and blood. And yet, as we felt the energy grow stronger, we knew that something incredible was happening.

We could feel the bones shifting and moving, coming together in a pattern we didn’t understand. But the power of God continued to flow through us, guiding our movements, and shaping us into something new.

Then, something extraordinary occurred. We felt something growing around us, something we had never felt before. We were growing flesh and sinew, muscle and tendon, as if we were being reborn from the dust of the earth.

We felt the warmth of the sun on our skin, and the wind rushing past us, filling our lungs with life-giving air. It was an overwhelming sensation, one that filled us with awe and wonder.

As we looked around, we saw that we were no longer just bones scattered across the valley. We were fully formed human skeletons, complete with skulls, ribcages, and leg bones. And then, as if by magic, we were infused with life. We could feel our hearts beating, our lungs expanding, and the blood flowing through our veins.

We had been dead, but now we were alive. We had been forgotten, but now we had been reborn. And as we stood there, in awe of the power of God that had brought us back to life, we knew that anything was possible.

This experience had transformed us in ways that we could never have imagined. We had been given a second chance at life, and we would use it to honour the power of God that had breathed new life into us. The valley would never be the same again. We would become a symbol of hope, a testament to the enduring power of God’s love and mercy.

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