This morning I have a little time I didn't expect to have before court starts. And, it occurs to me that our Creator and Redeemer, the God of all, begins this day with the raw materials of life everywhere moving in and out of view, and as in the beginning, the Spirit of God hovers over the face of the chaos, brooding in that beautiful and creative Spirit of God over all that is.
And, part of that chaotic moving, pulsing life that God looks upon this morning is the movement of our lives: the hesitation in going forward here, the leaping out to embrace, the retreat into a corner, the burgeoning hope, the creeping despair. God comes to us to create, to weave together what has come apart, to break apart what we have falsely woven together.
And, I say in my spirit: "Come Gracious Spirit, come Lord Jesus. . . come among us, full of grace and truth. Come to us within, surround, bind us together, or break us apart . . to create new life . . life, this time, from God, imagined in the beauty and heart of God, and poured out upon us like a downpour on parched ground! And, soften, O God, or puncture if needed, the soil of our hearts that we might soak in your grace, that we might feel the wetness of new life on the dryness of our souls. Amen.
And, part of that chaotic moving, pulsing life that God looks upon this morning is the movement of our lives: the hesitation in going forward here, the leaping out to embrace, the retreat into a corner, the burgeoning hope, the creeping despair. God comes to us to create, to weave together what has come apart, to break apart what we have falsely woven together.
And, I say in my spirit: "Come Gracious Spirit, come Lord Jesus. . . come among us, full of grace and truth. Come to us within, surround, bind us together, or break us apart . . to create new life . . life, this time, from God, imagined in the beauty and heart of God, and poured out upon us like a downpour on parched ground! And, soften, O God, or puncture if needed, the soil of our hearts that we might soak in your grace, that we might feel the wetness of new life on the dryness of our souls. Amen.
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