A series of biblical reflections and prayers from David L. Miller, pastor of faith formation at 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.
Tuesday, December 06, 2016
Tuesday, December 6, 2016
the weak hands,
and make firm the feeble knees.
Say to those who are of a fearful heart,
‘Be strong, do not fear!
Here is your God.
He will come with vengeance,
with terrible recompense.
He will come and save you.’
You will come
I see you, and seeing … you
… breathes joy into my heart and strength into my being. Seeing, I know: There
is nothing to fear. With resolve my legs carry me into whatever … whatever comes next.
It does not matter because I see you, and in seeing I feel the
Love you are deep within this heart, at a place you and no one else can touch.
And I am alive … with you, alive with the Love you are.
That is the way it is every time I see you. The Love I see
awakens within, and I know: That which you are … I am, too. This Love is what
made me and is what I truly am and what I am being created to be.
I see you, Blessed Christ, as you see the eager longing of those
who come to you. You are moved to joy at the trust and determination that
brings them to you in hope of healing.
And you touch them. You heal them. You forgive them. You open
your arms to receive all who in human need come with hearts of hope to be
blessed and made whole the way only Love can make us whole.
I see this in words of Scripture and in the faces of those who
hold my hands when I pray for them. I see it in those who extend empty hands to
receive broken bread, believing that somehow this is you coming to make them
And you come to us. You always do. Patience. It is only a matter
of time before we see and feel you coming to us as the Love you are. And then,
each time, I know and feel the joy you have as you touch … me … and all of us.
So come to us, Lord Jesus. Come with Love. Come with joy. Come
make us whole. Our hearts grow weak without you.