Chat Gpt Helps Me Preach On Ezekiel's Bones Series

Bones in desert land,

God's breath revives, forms new life,

Hope in resurrection.

Once upon a time, there were three kings who ruled over three kingdoms. The first king, known for his wisdom and kindness, saw his people suffer from a terrible famine. He called upon his advisors, but no one could offer a solution to end the crisis.

The second king had once lived in a prosperous land, but tragedy had struck when his only son died. He was consumed by grief and withdrew from his kingdom, leaving his people to fend for themselves.

The third king was known for his wealth and generosity. But he had grown complacent and lazy, spending his days cooped up in his castle, thinking only of past glories and ignoring the needs of his people.

One day, a mysterious figure arrived in the kingdoms. He was a wandering storyteller, known for his magical tales and gift of prophecy.

The storyteller went to each King in turn and with a twinkle in his eye, he told them of a far-off land. A valley filled with treasure beyond compare. There they would find what they would each find something that would take their sorrows away.

The first king, determined to save his people from famine, set out on the journey immediately. Perhaps with treasure beyond compare he could buy food to feed his nation.

The second king, was still consumed by grief, but what had he to lose, so he joined the group.

The third king was hesitant. It seemed so much effort and things had been so much easier in the old days. The story teller had to grab by the scruff of his neck - but he came.

As they journeyed through forests and over mountains, the storyteller shared tales of magic and wonder, and the kings began to see the world in a new light.

When they arrived at the valley, they found not Gold or silver or jewels but an endless grave yard with tombstones and mausoleums The first king searched through the endless graves and found …. a single tare of wheat. He carefully dug it up and brought it home, planting it in his own kingdom. To his amazement, the wheat burst forth into a crop that could feed the whole nation.

The second king still consumed by grief, wandered through the valley until he came across an empty grave with a broken gravestone next to it. The storyteller told him to take the broken gravestone home, and he did so reluctantly. When he placed the stone next to his son's grave, it suddenly split in two, and the earth beneath it opened up. To his astonishment, his son emerged from the ground, alive and well.

Overjoyed, the second king returned to his kingdom , his sorrows taken away and able to share that joy with his people.

The third King wandered through the valley, feeling disheartened as he had not yet found anything of value. As he walked, he spied an ornate mausoleum, and he couldn't help but feel drawn to it. Inside, next to the tomb, he could see a gilded treasure chest, and his heart skipped a beat with excitement. He rushed over to the chest and eagerly opened it, only to find that it contained a simple jug of water and a glass.Confused, he poured himself a drink and began to drink deeply. He was amazed to taste the purest, most refreshing water he had ever encountered. As he drank he no longer felt complacent or bored. As the water trickled down his throat a new sense of joy and purpose and hope began to fill his body. He felt … different.

He returned to his Kingdom no longer complacent, fresh vision and fresh life pouring out of him as he rededicated himself to serving his people.

And in every Kingdom the people rejoiced. And they all lived happily ever after.

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Bones in desert land,

God's breath revives, forms new life,

Hope in resurrection.

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The previous bishop of London Bishop Richard chartres could tell a good story. One of the stories he told was how as he arrived as Bishop on his desk was the paperwork to close the Church of Holy Trinity Sloane Square and sell it for flats. No - he said in his deep booming voice. It may have a congregation of one man and his dog (and possibly not even the dog). But churches did not have to close. They could be revived. He headhunted one of the greatest evangelists in the Anglo-Catholic Tradition - Bishop Michael Marshall - and persuaded him to take on the task.

By the time Bishop Michael Marshall retired ten years later the church had a congregation of over a hundred every Sunday as well as a curate they paid for themselves.