Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Psalm 92:4

For you, O Lord, have made me glad by your work;
   at the works of your hands I sing for joy.


Grant me grace to do the work of your hands with my hands, with my heart and voice. There are faces who hunger for blessing, too long neglected, their stories pushed aside by the demands of the urgent and the fearful mind’s avoidance of hard places.

Now, I hunger to let them know they are not lost to your people and never to you Holy One. What most gets in my way is guilt for having forgotten, for letting the clamor of living get in the way of loving hearts so wounded they could not cry for help.

But the anxiety of guilt is one more selfish distraction. It turns the mind back on itself, to its craving for comfort, making its own need central.

What is needed is not comfort but healing. The only comfort to be had, the only real comfort there is comes in the unity of love and reconciliation that heals the wounds of the forgotten, calms the fears of the threatened and washes away guilt in the flood of grace that flows from your heart.

It flows through us, Blessed One, when we open to each other the heart of our need and let the grace in us flow. This is your work, the work that gladdens the heart and lifts our souls to songs of joy.

Lift us today, Holy One, that we may sing the song that only love knows.

Pr. David L. Miller

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