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.
In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord sitting on
a throne, high and lofty; and the hem of his robe filled the temple.Seraphs were in attendance
above him; each had six wings: with two they covered their faces, and with two
they covered their feet, and with two they flew.And one called to another and
holy, holy is theLord of
hosts; the whole
earth is full of his glory.’
was Friday when the earth spoke. I was traveling along Minnesota 61, a stretch of
asphalt along the west side of the Mississippi River as it lumbers southward.
water is wide as you make your way north toward Lake Pepin, a length of river
where the waters stretch a couple of miles across and more than 150 feet deep. The
hills form a deep gorge, framing the river valley, steep and covered with trees,
forest green, alight in the fullness of spring on this May day.
cliffs bend and fold themselves along the valley, falling and rising, sunlight
casting deep shadows in the folds and glistening green on the heights.
you see is alive and speaks, each tree, each leaf, the contour of the hills, the
glint of sun on blue waters, birds circling above an unhurried current while
others rest in its face silently communing with fisherman alone in their boats.
are no individual voices out here, no solos. All I see speaks as a whole, with
one voice, and I hear it.
am. I am life. I am the life-force in all you see. I am the life you feel
within. All you see is in me, and I am in it as I am in you.”
And I know: I am surrounded
by God, inside the Loving Mystery, knowing, too, all that is exists in God who
encompasses all that is. I am inside of God, given and sharing the life God is,
as is all I see and feel along the highway.
O Mystery, are so near and yet so far beyond my understanding. For you are
great, holding all that is, and yet so small that all that is holds you. Your transcendence
is your immanence, and your immanence your transcendence. My mind does not have
words for what my heart knows, and I know I never will.
love you with a love beyond any words I shall ever have, a love I know is not
my own but the Love you are and that you have for me and all I see.
have no words of my own, so I speak these ancient words from Isaiah. The 2600
years between us evaporate like mist on the river in the morning sun. We are
brothers. His experience and mine are one and the same, and his words become
mine, “Holy, holy, holy Lord. The whole earth is full of your glory.”
are the power of life that gives being to all life. The life you are sings and
shouts and whispers, echoing through this ancient valley, over the waters and among
the extravagant green of forests where sun and shadow play to delight my eyes.
holy, holy Lord, Heaven and earth are full of your glory.” You echo my chant
speaking through all that surrounds me, “I am. I am. I am. I am the Power of
Being in you and in all.
am the Love who speaks in earth and sea, the Love who speaks in your brother Jesus,
who breathes in in the Spirit of Love wherever and how ever love is known.”
along, road signs direct one toward country churches, tucked among the folds of
the hills. Each sign awakens thanks for souls who know it is only right to
build places of prayer in this valley, sanctuaries where joy and love unite to praise
you for May mornings that speak your name.
then no sanctuaries are needed, for the earth and all creation are your sanctuary,
and not just on Fridays.