Monday, May 08, 2017

Monday, May 8, 2017

John 14:6

Jesus said to him, ‘I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. 

Know and shine

The way is the path of passion, the passion of the Holy Love for us … and in us.

Jesus loves his own and loves them to the end, all the way to the ugliness of the executioner’s cross. In him, we see the Great Love we cannot see; we see and know this Love is for us. Always.

As we see, the Great Love awakens in us, stirring the fire of passion that moved Jesus to love his own to the very end.

We are born for this … to know this Love, for us and in us, filling and spilling, moving laughter and tears, awakening the holy desire to be given away in love and for love, following the way of Jesus.

Every morning we awaken in hope that somewhere, somehow, through something or someone, the fullness of Love will warm us within, lifting us above the mundane that we may know the truth God is and feel the divine life in us.

Feeling the Love Who Is, our hearts fill and pour out their fullness in generosity and blessing that we might shine with the beauty of Jesus.

The way of Jesus is the way of joy, the joy of knowing and becoming the Love who is ever beyond us yet near as the warmth of hearts who know, who truly know.

So know … and shine.

Pr. David L. Miller






Saturday, May 06, 2017

Saturday, May 6, 2017

 John 14:6

Jesus said to him, ‘I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. 

Love’s way

The way is something we believe in and a path we walk. Walking is the essential part. Without the walking it is not a way, merely an idea we don’t quite trust.

Jesus is the way, a way many affirm but few actually walk even though it brings the most exquisite blessing our hearts can ever know.

For the way of Jesus is the path of seeking and knowing the Great Love of the Father, the Source, the Eternal Mystery from which we come and to which we go.

The way is seeing in Jesus the Love who holds us and everything that is, a Love who longs to live fully in us for this Love is our truest nature.

As our hearts truly know, we become as he is, becoming, too, who we are, each a unique expression of the great and holy Love who fills Jesus the Christ.

The way is one of knowing and allowing the Great Love to lead us wherever and to whomever it chooses. Just so, the way is one of knowing but also of not and never knowing exactly where and to whom the Great Love will lead.

But always knowing it is Love who bears us on and carries us into the great unknown the future always is.

Love holds us, lives in us and breathes through us, bringing joy and tears and exquisite blessing, even when it leads to the cross of suffering for Love’s sake, as with Jesus.

Even then, Love unites us in the heart of the One who is Love. And it is for this that we are born.

Pr. David L. Miller





Monday, May 01, 2017

Monday, May 1, 2017

 Luke 24:28-31

As they came near the village to which they were going, he walked ahead as if he were going on. But they urged him strongly, saying, ‘Stay with us, because it is almost evening and the day is now nearly over.’ So he went in to stay with them. When he was at the table with them, he took bread, blessed and broke it, and gave it to them. Then their eyes were opened, and they recognized him; and he vanished from their sight. 

Even today

It is the human dimension that tugs at my heart. The ache of longing. The hands that bless.

The two travelers on the Emmaus road know what they need. They need Jesus to stay with them. They don’t know why. They don’t even know that it is him. But they know that whoever this stranger is they need to be near him for reasons they cannot … and may not ever … understand.

Stay with us. Don’t go. We need you.

The heart has reasons the mind knows not of. I forget who said it, but it is true. Their hearts recognize the presence of the Love Christ is well before their eyes and minds catch on.

They feel something … someone … breathing life back into their hearts as they walked and talked.

Jesus is dead, or so they think. And here he is … with them … raising them from the dead, and they don’t even know it is happening.

Not until they see him take bread, bless and break it, and give it to them. His hands, extended to bless and feed more than their bodies

Then they know. They see the Love God is. They see the Love who had walked with them on the road, the Love broken like bread and given to aching hearts, the Love who walks with us every step of life’s journey, even when we haven’t the eyes to see.

Even when eyes do see, even when we least expect, Love comes alongside to breathe life into us. Even today. And every time, we smile and breathe the joy of Love’s precious presence.


Pr. David L. Miller

Friday, April 21, 2017

Saturday, April 22, 2017

John 20:11-16

But Mary stood weeping outside the tomb. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb; and she saw two angels in white, sitting where the body of Jesus had been lying, one at the head and the other at the feet. They said to her, ‘Woman, why are you weeping?’ She said to them, ‘They have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid him.’ When she had said this, she turned round and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not know that it was Jesus. Jesus said to her, ‘Woman, why are you weeping? For whom are you looking?’ Supposing him to be the gardener, she said to him, ‘Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have laid him, and I will take him away.’ Jesus said to her, ‘Mary!’ She turned and said to him in Hebrew,‘Rabbouni!’ (which means Teacher). 

Named in love

I miss my name. Once, I longed for the day someone would call me “Pastor.” I am still honored and blessed by that title, even though the older I get the more I blush knowing I am unworthy of the office I hold. There are so many others who are so much better, and I know my frailties all too well.

But my longing simply to be named ‘David,’ as at my baptism, has nothing to do with the struggle of living a life worthy of my calling.

The soul longs to hear a voice of love, a voice of intimate acceptance calling you by name.

We ache for that voice whose warmth tells you that you are truly known and cherished as the vulnerable human soul you are, a voice that finds beauty in the very vulnerabilities we hide from the world.  

The heart has ears to hear the voice of love, and in hearing we know we are one, intimately bound to the love who calls our name. The result is joy, always joy.

Something like this happens for Mary.

She weeps outside the tomb. Jesus calls her by name, and she hears the Voice of Love intimately calling her to know that the dream of Love’s triumph is not just a dream but true.

She knows … Love lives and calls us by name … that we, too, may know.

Pr. David L. Miller






Monday, April 10, 2017

Monday, April 10, 2017

John 20:1-7

Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and saw that the stone had been removed from the tomb. So she ran and went to Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved, and said to them, ‘They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, and we do not know where they have laid him.’ Then Peter and the other disciple set out and went towards the tomb. The two were running together, but the other disciple outran Peter and reached the tomb first. He bent down to look in and saw the linen wrappings lying there, but he did not go in. Then Simon Peter came, following him, and went into the tomb. He saw the linen wrappings lying there ….

Unwrapped

Easter awakens the heart to what it most wants, not just life eternal but eternal life now.
We ache for a life where our heart flies free, unbound by the fears, wounds and struggles that keep us from being truly and wonderfully alive. The soul longs to breathe in full and utter confidence, unconstricted, relishing the joy of being alive.

Little wonder butterflies became symbols of Easter, new life wrapped in a cocoon, breaking free to flight.

The resurrection story is not simply about Jesus raised from death long ago. It is about us, what we long for, what we are intended for … and what we can truly have and know, here and now.

The linens that wrapped Jesus lay there. His friends pick them and know: He is no longer bound, no long wrapped in death. Twice the story tells us about the wrappings, as if to make sure that we know that nothing can contain the Life, the Love that is in him.

I long for that life that I know only in moments when I know Love so greatly, so completely that my heart is weightless. I fly. I hope, I know that Love embraces every earthly thing, fully holding and cherishing all that is and struggling to bring all creation … and me … to life that is Life.

It is this unconstricted Life of joy, love, freedom and holy purpose that is what God intends for each of us.

So I come here to sit in this place, hands on these keys. For it is here that the light of Easter morning warms the cocoon that binds me and sets my heart free to breathe, to hope, to love and to become the joy and beauty that lies within. For it is Christ who lies within, waiting for me to sit in the warmth of his Infinite Love that he might break through the cocoon and live more fully in me, filling my heart with life that truly is Life.

Easter lies waiting within. All we need do is to sit in the Love, the Life that shines from an empty tomb.

Pr. David L. Miller






Monday, April 03, 2017

Monday, April 3, 2017

John 11:21-23

Martha said to Jesus, ‘Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died. But even now I know that God will give you whatever you ask of him.’ 

Even now

Hope doesn’t die, not for those who know the Love Who Is. Martha knows. I share her knowing.

Jesus comes to the place of Lazarus’ death. He greets his grieving sisters and friends and mourns outside his tomb before calling him back to life, unbound.

Today, Martha most compels me. Even now, she says. Even now my brother can live. Even now, after everything that has happened. Even now, after all these tears, all this grief and fear.

Even now, Love lives, the passion of God burns, the power of resurrection is present. Even now, I know, she says, all that love hopes for can be.

For even now, Loves living power is present in Christ, bearing the Love who is into the lives we live.

She speaks a remarkable faith, but this is not her accomplishment. No act of human will yields such surety.

It arises like the flowers of spring in hearts who have been embraced again and again by the Love who calls us from every tomb … and whispers, “Even now.”  

And the whispering goes on … until we know … what Martha knows.


Pr. David L. Miller

Saturday, April 01, 2017

Saturday, April 1, 2017

Romans 8:11

If the Spirit of him who raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you, he who raised Christ from the dead will give life to your mortal bodies also through his Spirit that dwells in you.

Breathing Life

It only takes only a moment to resuscitate the heart. A word, a glance, a second of seeing the Love Who Is streams heaven’s breath into human hearts.

The Spirit is breath, the breath of Love, the breath of Life, the breath of hope that what the heart most needs is not a dream but real and here and now.

When Love breathes the heart lifts, weightless and able to fly again, filled with gratitude for the Life of God that raises mortal flesh to life, not just then but in every moment of knowing.

Love’s single work is raising the dead, breathing the Life Who Is into the lives we are.

And all this that we may breathe Love and Life into each other … in a word, a glance, in moments of truly blessing each other for no other reason than the sheer joy of it.

We are vessels of Love’s Immortal breath. There is no higher dignity, no greater call.

Pr. David L. Miller