Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

      I     Isaiah 65:23-25
They shall not labor in vain, or bear children for calamity; for they shall be offspring blessed by the Lord— and their descendants as well. Before they call I will answer, while they are yet speaking I will hear. The wolf and the lamb shall feed together, the lion shall eat straw like the ox; but the serpent—its food shall be dust! They shall not hurt or destroy on all my holy mountain, says the Lord.


Bring peace, O Lord, the peace that only you can bring. We have seen enough of death and killing, hatred and destruction. We ache for the peace of your kingdom where loving kindness fills the earth as water covers the sea.

This hope is not our own, Holy One. It is your gift, your Presence at the center of our souls. We carry you within. You are the Soul of our souls, the soul of the Universe who evermore presses forward in hope for the fulfillment that comes when the Love you are infuses every heart, every moment and every act.

This is not the world in which we live. The world of the morning news bleeds once more with stories of bombs and killing and death. The poison of hatred again denies the truth that the human family is one and when one bleeds we all bleed.

Your hope is that we may all be one, one with each other, an oneness that comes only as we are one with the One Love you are, one with the Love from which we come, one with the Love that is our truest and deepest soul, so denied whenever we hate.

For you are not hate; you are the Love the hopes even when the smoke of destruction fills the halls of airports and trains stations, even when poisoned souls regret that the death count is not higher.

Even then, you press on toward the hope to which you call us, the hope for which you made us. And so, we, too, must hope and press on, seeking to know and become the Love you are, the Love we are. For your Soul burns in our own, and that is why we hope … an ache that drives us evermore to you.

Pr. David L. Miller