The prophet Ezekiel is transported by the spirit of the Lord
to the middle of a dry valley.
And everywhere he looks.
Bones.
He is walked around the periphery of the valley.
“There were very many lying in the valley, and they were
very dry.” Bones and more bones.
The Lord said to me, “Mortal, can these bones live?”
I answered, “O Lord God, you know.”
Bones are the basic structure of a human being. But with no muscles, no flesh, no blood, they
lay like rocks, weathered by the wind and sun.
Bleached and desiccated.
They will waste away and the only memory of them will be the
chance fossil found by future generations.
“Mortal, can these bones live?”
I answered, “O Lord God, you know.”
What kind of question is this? Can these bones live?
If I were Ezekiel I might have said, “is this a trick
question?”