Saturday, March 29, 2014
You made us for this, Holy One, to be gathered together into one blessed unity with you whose name is blessed. You did it because it brings you pleasure. You take delight in sharing the substance of your life, your love, your joy and beauty.
This is not a new plan, not an afterthought. You did not think it up as a way to fix the world after the fateful fruit was picked in Eden and the powers of fear, hatred, and evil spoiled the beauty you had made.
From the beginning--no, earlier--before the beginning, before the first spring breathed beauty on our flesh, before first flower awakened us to wonder, before sunlight exploded into a spectrum of color behind the first white cloud, before the first rainbow, before … when there was only darkness and the impenetrable mystery of who you are, already your holy plan was in place, and you were bringing it together.
All things, including me, were destined to be joined with Christ, sharing his intimacy with you. All that is was destined to be gathered together into one great unity, sharing the love you are.
So even now, every taste of the loving unity we know in our flesh is a taste of eternity, a gift of the future into which you are gathering us, so that we laugh with delight, bathed in the love you are.
Pr. David L. Miller
Monday, March 24, 2014
Open hands. I stand at the table with hands open above gifts of bread and wine, open to welcome the congregation, open in blessing, … open to you, Holy One.
But are these hands really mine? Are they not your hands open to welcome and bless we who are empty and in need the fullness of a love to that heals every doubt, fear and wound of our hearts?
Your hands are always open to give us with everything that is in you,--everything, all the blessings of heaven that we might know the love you are and know ourselves as your beloved.
Your hands say it all: I am wanted, chosen, forgiven, known and treasured since before the dawn of time. And you fill me with the joy of knowing this with all my heart because it brings you pleasure. Could it be that I am your delight?
You tell me it is so. Little wonder sometimes I wake in the middle of the night when sleep flees and repeat your name over and over.
“Blessed,” I name you. “Blessed are you, for you are the love that fills my heart with the blessings of eternity. You stir my mid-night prayer that I might know your open hands and praise the glory of your grace.”
Pr. David L. Miller