Again the Jews were divided because of these words. Many of them were saying, "He has a demon and is out of his mind. Why listen to him?" Others were saying, "These are not the words of one who has a demon. Can a demon open the eyes of the blind?"
At that time the festival of the Dedication took place in Jerusalem. It was winter, and Jesus was walking in the temple, in the portico of Solomon. So the Jews gathered around him and said to him, "How long will you keep us in suspense? If you are the Messiah, tell us plainly." Jesus answered, "I have told you, and you do not believe. The works that I do in my Father's name testify to me; but you do not believe, because you do not belong to my sheep. My sheep hear my voice. I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they will never perish. No one will snatch them out of my hand. What my Father has given me is greater than all else, and no one can snatch it out of the Father's hand. The Father and I are one." John 10:19-30
The Father and I are One
It might have been a small hand
held in a larger stronger one
or an arm around a small shoulder
a hoist up to see over the crowd
that showed me I knew love and belonging.
The growing years of discipline and laughter
the living years of meals and prayers
the silent years of being watched over
the resting years sleeping in the sand
I am embedded in the Father's love.
I hear his voice with each old hymn we sing
a powerful tenor deep, penetrating and fine
in each prayer whispered in the night
the pronouncing of blessings beginning
his voice echoes in my heart.
When love is planted deep and watered
tended through the lean and abundant years
nurtured with laughter, tears and direction
encouraged with ancient songs and new visions
we know we can make it through any storm.