A series of biblical readings and prayers from David L. Miller, senior pastor of St. Timothy Lutheran Church, Naperville, IL. David is the former editor of The Lutheran magazine and Director of Spiritual Formation at the Lutheran School of Theology at Chicago.
Monday, February 04, 2013
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
I have gazed on you in the sanctuary,
seeing your power and your
Because your faithful love is better than
my lips will praise you.
So I will bless you as
long as I live;
I will lift up my hands and call on your name.
I watched a girl stand and sing, eyes closed, thick black
hair falling on her shoulders, framing Latina
She spread her arms at her side, lifting them slightly as we
sang, “Glorious light of heavenly glory,” the evening hymn with which we put
the day to bed, giving it back to you, Holy One.
She is 11, I later learned, a guest among us, but her age
doesn’t matter, only her beauty.
Standing by her mother and sister, she sang, and I fell
silent, feeling privileged to be in the same room with her, breathing the same
air, caught up in the same song, lifted by the same love.
I am not worthy to stand near the sincerity of such a soul
who, at tender age, loves you Lord, already finding her true home in a love
better than life itself, a love that surely honors and savors her beauty.
I want to kneel at her feet and thank her for saving my weary
soul on a cold February evening.
You are her beauty, Holy One, shining through the simplicity
of the love that pours from her. I see her and know that your love seeks only
one thing … to love us so that we shine with the glory of this girl who has no
idea of her beauty, but most certainly knows you, its Source, and knows you
better than I can.
You fill the hearts of children, Holy One, lifting them
above us, their elders, so that they may teach us simplicity of heart.
Your glory shines in the simplicity of loving, trusting
hearts, moving us to lift our arms and souls to praise you beyond our tortured
questions and cynical doubts, beyond our fears of showing our hearts and
looking foolish, beyond our minds’ futile attempts to understand and manage you,
so that we may maintain the illusion that we are in control and do not really
But I do. I need to see your glory in the sanctuary and be
raised to life again and again by you, by your love, which is better than life
… and stronger than death.