Saturday, November 12, 2016

Saturday, November 12, 2016

Colossians 1:15-17

He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation; for in him all things in heaven and on earth were created, things visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or powers—all things have been created through him and for him. He himself is before all things, and in him all things hold together. 

Held together

Do you hold us together when we are falling apart?

Are you the glue, your love the bond that holds each star in its course in the cold dark of space, each glorifying you, each a partial revelation of you, each saying your name in its own way, each with its place in harmony with everything else?

If so … why do I feel this way, angry and bitter, far from the peace this picture promises?

Yet, I, too, am created in you, through you, for you, a partial expression of the Wonder you are, however dying and distant I feel from the Beauty that has lived in me, through me, the Beauty you are.

So I come here seeking to know, to feel, to be held close to you, to know my heart with and in you and you in me.

In the solitude of candlelight, I come … hoping to be held together that the disparate fragments of this life might again find their center, the abiding place where comfort and joy are restored for the coming day.

An inner gravitational pull draws me from the bed of no sleep to this space where fingers trace the contours of unruly emotion in search of the door through which the soul falls into itself and knows again the Love that holds us together when anger and pain rend the heart.

Even in the saying, in this writing the door opens and again I know: There is this Love at the heart of things and at the heart of this heart.

I know… made in you, through you, for you … I fall again, pulled back into the orbit of your Love, held together with you that the fragments of my life may hold together in the Love that, when known, makes all things new, relieves every pain and awakens tears that I should know such Love.

And that is all I need. That’s all. To know this Love from which I get lost from time to time.

No mystery, I suppose, for I am made in you, for you, through you, and in you … I am home.

You save me, again, from myself, from old rejections that still live in me and send this heart careening into distant space, lost, where I know neither myself nor you.

But here in the candlelight I am found. Held together with you.        

Pr. David L. Miller