Sunday, August 20, 2017

Monday, August 21, 2017

Ephesians 3:18-20

I pray that you may have the power to comprehend, with all the saints, what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, so that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.

Lost in the moment

All it takes is the turn of a head, a glance, a smile, the sparkle in a shining eye.

Or maybe it happens when a song you once knew lands again on your ear and awakens your heart to the Love that lives there.

Or maybe it is nature in manifold splendor, trees arching above a path leading you deeper into the mystery of your heart, your memories and the pain and beauty you hide.

It only takes a moment for eternity to rush in, filling you with God, which is to say with a Great Love that fills and spills from your heart, making you glad you’re alive just so you might know the joy of this one precious moment.

Just then, filled with the fullness of Love … that is of God … you know you are in God and God is in you. There is no separation.

Lost in the moment, you know: You live in a sea of Love that holds everything, your joys and hopes, your pains and fears. All of it is held in an ocean of Love, its tides moving also in you.

This is not crazy talk. It is an experience people of faith … and people of no faith … have tried to describe for centuries. Some call it ‘oceanic awareness'—the awareness of being one with all things, an awareness that awakens love and acceptance of others in all their humanness.

Jesus prayed that we may be one with God and each other. He spoke of the Kingdom of God, a community of shared belovedness.

The apostle Paul talks about being caught up in the third heaven where he felt and knew things no mortal could tell. The author of Ephesians talks of being filled with God. Filled with God! Filled with the Love nothing can contain.

Whatever we call it. The experience comes to human souls. And when it does … there are no words. How can there be? Lost in the moment—when immense Love fills, envelops and pours out of us—we finally know God.

You cannot make it happen. The Spirit blows where it wills. We don’t control it, but we can keep our eyes and ears and hearts open. You never know when the right word will be spoken, when that unexpected song will catch your ear, or when the sparkle in an eye will awaken the Love who treasures you and this crazy world beyond all reason.

Pr. David L. Miller



Thursday, August 10, 2017

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Matthew 14:22-24

Immediately [Jesus] made the disciples get into the boat and go on ahead to the other side, while he dismissed the crowds. And after he had dismissed the crowds, he went up the mountain by himself to pray. When evening came, he was there alone, 

With you

I see you there and want to be with you. The new day dawns, and I want no more drama, no issues or questions to resolve, just quiet. With you.

I know that sounds selfish, especially when millions struggle with hunger, conflict, disease, heartache and sorrow. It's the human condition. Why should I have a little peace?  

But you, too, wanted to be quiet, survey the lake and sky, feel the breeze on your skin and let it all transport you into the depth of your soul where you know that Mystery, the Love who stills the heart and awakens a smile of knowing.

You needed that, and so do I.

Today I see you on that hillside, and I am there with you, watching as you look beyond the blue waters, your soul resting in the grace of a Love I have wanted to know all my life.

I know it here, with you.

Storms will come, anxious days when threats and misunderstandings abound. But I will remember the quiet of this time, the stillness of your heart encompassing my own.

I go to this day knowing … what it is to be with you here.

Beloved One, may I live your peace, today.

Pr. David L. Miller





Monday, August 07, 2017

Monday, August 7, 2017

Matthew 14:17-18

They replied, ‘We have nothing here but five loaves and two fish.’ And Jesus said, ‘Bring them here to me.’ 

Where it all starts

My soul is quiet today. Still, I start here. I bring my heart to you. For that is what you command and invite, “Bring what you have to me. Bring what you are to me.”

So I come, not knowing what you will do with what I have and am.

When your friends brought you a few loaves and some fish you made a feast for more than 5000. I have no idea how you did it. Rational explanations have been tried. They all sound lame.

Maybe you inspired people to share what they already had. This may satisfy some minds, but not mine.

Something more is going on. Plus, I really don’t need to understand. That desire wanes as the years pass. You realize there are mysteries that are as real as the love in your beating heart which you will never understand.

What I know is this: You loved the people you saw on that rocky shore. You loved them and felt their hunger. The feast was born of the Great Love that beat at your heart. That’s how all miracles happen. They all start with love.

And today … as every day … I see it in your face, in your smile, in your joy.

So I bring myself, my heart and all I am to you, little knowing what you will do with me. So do as you choose, and we’ll see what the new day brings.

Pr. David L. Miller






Tuesday, August 01, 2017

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Matthew 14:13-16

 Now when Jesus heard this, he withdrew from there in a boat to a deserted place by himself. But when the crowds heard it, they followed him on foot from the towns. When he went ashore, he saw a great crowd; and he had compassion for them and cured their sick. When it was evening, the disciples came to him and said, ‘This is a deserted place, and the hour is now late; send the crowds away so that they may go into the villages and buy food for themselves.’ Jesus said to them, ‘They need not go away; you give them something to eat.’ 

Soul food

You are the bread for which I hunger, the face I long to see. You are the Love I need to know in depth of heart, near and real.

You are bread for my soul, the food that gives life and joy, hope and peace.

Do not send them away. Feed them. That is what you say. 

Days come when I have nothing to give. So I come here, hoping my fingers will transport me into your Presence where you will feed me with the Love that is the bread of life.

Fill my soul with the bread that leaves me wanting and needing nothing more … than you. For it is you I need and you I seek with these trembling hands on these black keys.

So speak and feed me even as I pour out my heart. Lift me beyond the moments of sadness that I may live with holy purpose and joy, strengthened by knowing that it is your joy to come and feed my hungry heart.

Pr. David L. Miller




Saturday, July 29, 2017

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Genesis 9:11-15

God said, ‘This is the sign of the covenant that I make between me and you and every living creature that is with you, for all future generations: I have set my bow in the clouds, and it shall be a sign of the covenant between me and the earth. When I bring clouds over the earth and the bow is seen in the clouds, I will remember my covenant that is between me and you and every living creature of all flesh; and the waters shall never again become a flood to destroy all flesh. 

Rainbows

I know. Rainbows appear as the sun embraces the earth and awakens color from water vapor suspended in air, water refracting light.

But this does not explain the delight the bow awakens in the heart—or the rush of happy hope that springs from depth of soul as we see the colors kiss the sky.

Arching over the earth at the end of the rain or amid the spray of waterfall, the bow speaks peace. Love speaks, the Love whose will is the peace of our hearts.

It is God’s peace sign, lighting the sky with the colors of love. And no one can avoid looking when comes the excited shout, “Look, a rainbow!”

Every eye turns skyward to embrace the beauty that embraces the earth. And again, we know … our world is more beautiful and mysterious than we imagine on average days when work consumes our anxious minds.

Love and gratitude are stirred for every expression of love and hope that lifts us into the joy for which we long. And for a moment, we are one with the Heart which our hearts most need.

One, with the Love you are.

Pr. David L. Miller



Friday, July 28, 2017

Friday, July 28, 2017

 John 20:19-23

When it was evening on that day, the first day of the week, and the doors of the house where the disciples had met were locked for fear of the Jews, Jesus came and stood among them and said, ‘Peace be with you.’ After he said this, he showed them his hands and his side. Then the disciples rejoiced when they saw the Lord. Jesus said to them again, ‘Peace be with you. As the Father has sent me, so I send you.’ When he had said this, he breathed on them and said to them, ‘Receive the Holy Spirit. 

Breathe peace

Speak to me today.

I long to hear to hear your voice speaking peace to my heart.

Just one word is enough, for yours is the voice of calm. Your presence stills the heart. Your Soul, the very Soul of God, speaks directly to mine.

You speak and the noise of consciousness falls away. The clamor of the day quiets. There is only you, the sound of your voice, speaking a single word, “Peace.”

This is your first and essential word to me. Hearing you, I am happy, truly, and free to live the truth and blessing I know when I hear your voice and enter the peace you speak to me.

Wrongs are forgiven, fears disappear and doubt vanishes. There is only you, your voice.

So speak to me today. Speak in your wounded hands raised in blessing … to me. Speak in the voice of soul, the Love that rises from depths within. Just speak the word. One will do.

Open my ears to hear you every place I go and in everything I do. Let me hear you in the breeze that stirs the leaves and the birds that serenade my walks.

Speak your peace in the skies to which I lift my eyes, longing to know you more. Speak in every greeting I exchange with those who come my way.

Speak to us today. And when the day ends we will rest, eager to rise and hear your voice again.


Pr. David L. Miller

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Luke 3:21-22

Now when all the people were baptized, and when Jesus also had been baptized and was praying, the heaven was opened, and the Holy Spirit descended upon him in bodily form like a dove. And a voice came from heaven, ‘You are my Son, the Beloved; with you I am well pleased.’ 

That smile

I see you there.

I see your head titled slightly to the sky above, the water beneath you. And I see the smile that plays across your lips and shines in your eyes, a smile of knowing.

I see your heart in that smile, warmed and made alive by the Heart you hear speaking to you, calling you beloved.

You look around and everything glistens with the Love you know within.

Everything you see and hear speaks to you of the Love Who Is, the Love who calls you ‘Beloved.’ 
But nothing shines so brightly, nothing speaks so clearly as that smile … of knowing.

I see it. It warms my heart. For in that smile I know that I, too, am beloved.  

Open my eyes to every way you speak to me today that hearing your great love I, too, may smile.

Pr. David L. Miller






Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Matthew 13:44-46

‘The kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field, which someone found and hid; then in his joy he goes and sells all that he has and buys that field. ‘Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant in search of fine pearls; on finding one pearl of great value, he went and sold all that he had and bought it.

The pearl

You are worth everything, for you are the Love from which all things come.  

You are the Love for which I have longed every hour of my existence, little knowing that what I most needed and wanted was You.

I did not know that the ecstasy of Love filling the heart is the only cure for the anxieties and loneliness of the human heart.

We hunger for reunion, aching to be one with the One Love from which we come. We are restless, until we bask in a Love so encompassing it that it drenches our souls and overflows our hearts and evaporates every dark thought and worry.

Only then do we know what you always intended us to know, for we have found the pearl of great price; we have tripped upon the treasure buried in the field of our own heart.

You are the treasure. You are the pearl. You are the Love beyond all worlds and the Love you awaken in me.

Come wake me today. Come as the Incomprehensible Love you are. Fill my heart so completely that it is impossible to want anything else. Come, satisfy the longing in our leaky hearts.

Light my life with words of grace, with smiles of welcome, with hearts that care, with beauty that awakens every sense and fills my heart with joy and hope.

Let me feel your heart within my own. Set me free to be the Love you are in me.

Pr. David L. Miller





Thursday, July 20, 2017

Thursday, July 20, 2017

 Matthew 13:24-30

He put before them another parable: ‘The kingdom of heaven may be compared to someone who sowed good seed in his field; but while everybody was asleep, an enemy came and sowed weeds among the wheat, and then went away. So when the plants came up and bore grain, then the weeds appeared as well. And the slaves of the householder came and said to him, “Master, did you not sow good seed in your field? Where, then, did these weeds come from?” He answered, “An enemy has done this.” The slaves said to him, “Then do you want us to go and gather them?” But he replied, “No; for in gathering the weeds you would uproot the wheat along with them. Let both of them grow together until the harvest; and at harvest time I will tell the reapers, Collect the weeds first and bind them in bundles to be burned, but gather the wheat into my barn.” '

Trust the seed

Weeds and wheat are a portrait of the world, I suppose. If so, they are also an image of each day, each hour, each place, each person and each of us, telling us what to expect today—a mixture.

Not everything will be pleasing, not everything will make us happy, not everything will be life-giving, but (and this a big one) goodness and grace, wonder and beauty, hope and love … thank God … love will be there, too.

All this will be thrown together in one big bag, shaken and thoroughly mixed, and we’ll call it … Thursday.   

The way of faith and wisdom is to welcome it all. To say, “Yes,” to whatever comes. To accept that you were made to live this moment, made for this time, place and encounter.  

Embrace every moment knowing a seed has been planted in this world, this day, this hour, in the person you are talking to at this moment, however irritating or wonderful the moment may be.

There is good seed planted there. Sometimes it has grown to the beauty of waves of wheat waving in the wind. I’ve seen it, and it has a grace all its own.

Sometimes the bad seed, the ugly, cynical, painful and destructive has taken root so deeply in a life, a time and place that this is all one can see.

But the good seed is there, the seed of Love, waiting for you to water and nourish it with the grace in active your own soul that it may grow into the beauty of God’s own heart. The human task is not to separate the plants but to grow wheat.

Trust the seed. Say, ‘yes,’ to each moment. Be the Love you are. Today.


Pr. David L. Miller

Monday, July 17, 2017

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

 Psalm 125:2

As the mountains surround Jerusalem, so the Lord surrounds his people, from this time on and for evermore. 

The Word in Burlington Park

The oaks of Burlington Park speak without saying a word. They surround a grassy meadow, stretching 60, 80, even 100 feet tall. Several arch high over a gravel square built for fires at the center of the meadow.

Bird calls echo against the trees, robins praying for rain and cardinals calling for their mates, answering each other across the green expanse.

Millions of leaves, the great greening of summer, dampen every sound but the birds and occasional trains that rumble by on the north boundary of the park.

Even they cannot disturb this island of peace.

The trees form an enclosure, an envelope around the field, creating a solitude where the heart falls silent and rests, held within something greater.

God speaks in the holding. And all who have ears to hear, understand what God says:

“All that you see and hear, all that you are and hope is held in Love, a Love as real and alive as everything your eyes see and everything your heart feels in this place of grace.

“So just stand here … or sit if you prefer, surrounded by the ancient oaks, sheltered beneath their mighty arms, embraced by the greening of creation … more alive and beautiful that my words can tell.

“Just be. You are held in the Love who breathes through every leaf.”

Pr. David Miller









Monday, July 17, 2017

Matthew 13:1-3

That same day Jesus went out of the house and sat beside the lake. Such great crowds gathered around him that he got into a boat and sat there, while the whole crowd stood on the beach. And he told them many things in parables, saying: ‘Listen! A sower went out to sow. 

Being in your presence

The story continues, but I am not listening. The sower throws seed. Some springs up quickly and dies. Other seed is gobbled by birds, and some falls into good soil and grows.

The story is well known, but I wonder if I were sitting there, at Capernaum on the banks of the Sea of Galilee, whether I would have heard any of it.

I wonder if I would have been so pleased just to be there, with you, that I would have gazed at you barely listening to what you were saying.

As much as anything, this is what I crave: just to be with you, in the presence of the love and beauty that shines from you when I feel your glance and hear you speak about the seed you have planted in my heart.

I know the seed. It has grown into the desire to know and love and be with you, to speak the word of love that flows from the Father, through you and into me.

The greatest joy is to know, to speak and sing of this … Presence ….this Love. Moments come when there is no separation between my heart and yours, when we are one heart, joined in love. It happened again yesterday, this oneness. It always brings tears.

This is what I desire. And this is what I imagine would have happened if today was the day I sat on the shore, listening, as you began to speak of seeds and soil. I would have simply enjoyed being in your presence.

Being in your presence is everything. It calms the heart and awakens the joy of being encompassed in the oasis of Love around you.

Being there, the seed grows. 

Pr. David L. Miller


Monday, July 10, 2017

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Matthew 9:14

Then the disciples of John came to him, saying, ‘Why do we and the Pharisees fast often, but your disciples do not fast?’ And Jesus said to them, ‘The wedding-guests cannot mourn as long as the bridegroom is with them, can they?

Wedding days

Fill me, O Lord, with the wine of rejoicing. I long for you to warm every empty space in my heart and lift me into the joy of knowing … you.

The days are anxious, busy, messy and sometimes laced with uncertainty about what is best. Others are seared with longing and pain, one’s own or that of others. Even so, you invite me to look beyond the fragmentation and challenges each hour can bring.

For today is a wedding day, and tomorrow will be the same. You are the divine bridegroom. You marry every moment of this life that your love may shine through and disperse the darkness of even our most disjointed and troubling days.

Today is the day of rejoicing. Tomorrow will be the same. For heaven and earth are wed; the wine of rejoicing is poured out each day no matter what else comes.

So open my eyes to the beauty of smiles and the grace of those who truly care. Let me savor the laughter that sparkles in the air even on difficult days. Help me hear and honor the humanity of those who suffer. Move me to giggle and join the innocent play of children.

Let me know the purest joy of blessing another human heart.

Then heaven and earth will meet and kiss. And my heart will dance to the music of the wedding feast.

Pr. David L. Miller



Monday, July 03, 2017

Monday, July 3, 2017

 Matthew 10:40-42

‘Whoever welcomes you welcomes me, and whoever welcomes me welcomes the one who sent me. Whoever welcomes a prophet in the name of a prophet will receive a prophet’s reward; and whoever welcomes a righteous person in the name of a righteous person will receive the reward of the righteous; and whoever gives even a cup of cold water to one of these little ones in the name of a disciple—truly I tell you, none of these will lose their reward.’ 

Where joy is

Jesus is present in every love, every righteous heart, every word of grace, every act of justice and in every moment of kindness. To welcome any of these gifts is to receive the Great Giver who is the source and inspiration of every good and gracious moment we encounter.

I long to receive you in every good and gracious thing, Jesus. It is a joy to know and welcome you. But today my great joy is not receiving but giving.

Even the smallest acts awaken a surplus of joy exceeding any reasonable expectation. Writing an email to bless and encourage, greeting the dog-walkers as I tread my morning path, insignificant moments, yet in them I know your living Love flowing through me, lifting my heart to disproportionate joy.

Staying away from the Lord’s Table for one Sunday to soak in the sun, I feel a longing to bless, to speak of the Love beyond all naming. And there you are, telling me who I am. I was made for blessing, to stand with words grace on my lips, eager for ears to hear and hearts to awaken to Love’s presence even if it flows through a vessel as faulty as me.

Jesus, you invite us to pay attention and welcome all in whom the signs of Love appear—the prophet, the just, the kind and gracious. Welcoming them is welcoming you, Love’s presence among us.

But today, I feel myself on the other side of the relationship, a giver not a receiver.

I recoil from the honor and elevation of this. It is too great a thing to imagine that I am the prophet to be received, the righteous soul to be welcomed. I am none of these things.

Yet, I feel and know the grace you are flowing through me, Jesus. I hear my words … my words … blessing others. And in spite of my manifold imperfections, I know that I am vessel of the Love who is … and in receiving me hearts actually know and welcome the Loving Mystery you are. And I … I know joy, exceeding and disproportionate. Your joy.

St. Francis was right. It is in giving we receive.

Pr. David L. Miller



Sunday, July 02, 2017

SUnday, July 2, 2017


Matthew 8:5-10,13

 When he entered Capernaum, a centurion came to him, appealing to him and saying, ‘Lord, my servant is lying at home paralysed, in terrible distress.’ And he said to him, ‘I will come and cure him.’ The centurion answered, ‘Lord, I am not worthy to have you come under my roof; but only speak the word, and my servant will be healed. For I also am a man under authority, with soldiers under me; and I say to one, “Go”, and he goes, and to another, “Come”, and he comes, and to my slave, “Do this”, and the slave does it.’ When Jesus heard him, he was amazed and said to those who followed him, ‘Truly I tell you, in no one in Israel have I found such faith. And to the centurion Jesus said, ‘Go; let it be done for you according to your faith.’ And the servant was healed in that hour.

Trust love

Joy springs to life when we trust love. Extraordinary Love.

The centurion may not have ever met Jesus before, just heard about him. But he knew two things: Jesus had authority he did not possess. And second, Jesus employed his power to restore human beings to their fullness.

He trusts the Love that is in Jesus, the Love Jesus possesses for the lost and alone, the troubled and broken.

The centurion commanded 100 Roman soldiers. He understands authority. But he does not come to Jesus to command. He comes in humility, not on his knees, but as one who recognizes and honors the authority and power of one greater than he.

A perfect man he is not. He has slaves, an inhumane and abhorrent practice even if it was common in his day. But Love is working in him. He loves his servant. He wants him healed.

The centurion is a man on the way, like me, like every human being, on a journey in which we are invited to know and to trust Love … and be transformed by joy into something more alive and beautiful than we are.

Who knows what we may yet be? Only the One who heals and makes alive, the Love we can always trust.

The centurion makes his request and returns home. He goes his way more alive than he has ever been. He has entered the joy of knowing the Love who is always for us, the Love who touches and makes us whole.


Pr. David L. Miller

Monday, June 26, 2017

Monday, June 26, 2017

 Matthew 10:29-31

Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground unperceived by your Father. And even the hairs of your head are all counted. So do not be afraid; you are of more value than many sparrows.

Until

We do not know ourselves … until we know how we are known.

Until then an existential fear haunts our hearts, not the fear of what each day might bring but the fear of truly being ourselves, giving voice and expression to what we know and love and hold most dear.  

We become ourselves only as we hear The Voice saying, “You are my beloved. You are precious to me. You are treasured beyond your wildest imaginings.”

You are delighted in by The Heart who grieves the sparrow’s fall, who knows every hair on your head … and loves every part of you.

You have to hear that many times before it finally sinks in and you know … this Love is the truest thing you will ever know.

Years ago, I watched Pope John Paul II address a crowd in Rome as he called out what, for him, was a signature message, “Do not fear.” I saw and felt a crowd of thousands pulled to their feet in a great swell of joy, their hearts exploding.

They knew and felt The Heart God is … and knew themselves as they are known, beloved beyond all knowing, as are you.

You are made for this joy, intended to hear The Voice, The Heart for which I long, this and every morning.


Pr. David L. Miller

Monday, May 29, 2017

Monday, May 29, 2017

 John 16:32-33

I am not alone because the Father is with me. I have said this to you, so that you may have peace. In the world you face persecution. But take courage, I have conquered the world.

Love’s victory


Wherever I go, whatever distance is traveled in miles or years there you are, always.

Your victory is that of uncontainable love that time cannot weary and distance cannot dim. You are ever there, ever loving and ever seeking my heart that I may know and become the Love that I know in you.

To know is eternal life, a blessed taste, now, of all that is to be, the joy you intend.

This is a knowing that transcends all study and every book. It comes amid the need of the heart for a true home.

To enter the peace of knowing, our hearts must risk despair and dare to trust that there is a Love beyond expectation,
a Love that wants and treasures the beloved,
a Love that takes down our walls, stone by stone,
a Love that enters the lonely enclave where we hide our pain,
a Love that endures, patiently convincing our doubting souls that it is true,
a Love that conquers our hearts … until we know what Love knows.

You are that Love. You have conquered the world and its hold on my heart that I may enter the peace of knowing, You, wherever I go and whatever distance is traveled.

Pr. David L. Miller




















Monday, May 08, 2017

Monday, May 8, 2017

John 14:6

Jesus said to him, ‘I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. 

Know and shine

The way is the path of passion, the passion of the Holy Love for us … and in us.

Jesus loves his own and loves them to the end, all the way to the ugliness of the executioner’s cross. In him, we see the Great Love we cannot see; we see and know this Love is for us. Always.

As we see, the Great Love awakens in us, stirring the fire of passion that moved Jesus to love his own to the very end.

We are born for this … to know this Love, for us and in us, filling and spilling, moving laughter and tears, awakening the holy desire to be given away in love and for love, following the way of Jesus.

Every morning we awaken in hope that somewhere, somehow, through something or someone, the fullness of Love will warm us within, lifting us above the mundane that we may know the truth God is and feel the divine life in us.

Feeling the Love Who Is, our hearts fill and pour out their fullness in generosity and blessing that we might shine with the beauty of Jesus.

The way of Jesus is the way of joy, the joy of knowing and becoming the Love who is ever beyond us yet near as the warmth of hearts who know, who truly know.

So know … and shine.

Pr. David L. Miller






Saturday, May 06, 2017

Saturday, May 6, 2017

 John 14:6

Jesus said to him, ‘I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. 

Love’s way

The way is something we believe in and a path we walk. Walking is the essential part. Without the walking it is not a way, merely an idea we don’t quite trust.

Jesus is the way, a way many affirm but few actually walk even though it brings the most exquisite blessing our hearts can ever know.

For the way of Jesus is the path of seeking and knowing the Great Love of the Father, the Source, the Eternal Mystery from which we come and to which we go.

The way is seeing in Jesus the Love who holds us and everything that is, a Love who longs to live fully in us for this Love is our truest nature.

As our hearts truly know, we become as he is, becoming, too, who we are, each a unique expression of the great and holy Love who fills Jesus the Christ.

The way is one of knowing and allowing the Great Love to lead us wherever and to whomever it chooses. Just so, the way is one of knowing but also of not and never knowing exactly where and to whom the Great Love will lead.

But always knowing it is Love who bears us on and carries us into the great unknown the future always is.

Love holds us, lives in us and breathes through us, bringing joy and tears and exquisite blessing, even when it leads to the cross of suffering for Love’s sake, as with Jesus.

Even then, Love unites us in the heart of the One who is Love. And it is for this that we are born.

Pr. David L. Miller





Monday, May 01, 2017

Monday, May 1, 2017

 Luke 24:28-31

As they came near the village to which they were going, he walked ahead as if he were going on. But they urged him strongly, saying, ‘Stay with us, because it is almost evening and the day is now nearly over.’ So he went in to stay with them. When he was at the table with them, he took bread, blessed and broke it, and gave it to them. Then their eyes were opened, and they recognized him; and he vanished from their sight. 

Even today

It is the human dimension that tugs at my heart. The ache of longing. The hands that bless.

The two travelers on the Emmaus road know what they need. They need Jesus to stay with them. They don’t know why. They don’t even know that it is him. But they know that whoever this stranger is they need to be near him for reasons they cannot … and may not ever … understand.

Stay with us. Don’t go. We need you.

The heart has reasons the mind knows not of. I forget who said it, but it is true. Their hearts recognize the presence of the Love Christ is well before their eyes and minds catch on.

They feel something … someone … breathing life back into their hearts as they walked and talked.

Jesus is dead, or so they think. And here he is … with them … raising them from the dead, and they don’t even know it is happening.

Not until they see him take bread, bless and break it, and give it to them. His hands, extended to bless and feed more than their bodies

Then they know. They see the Love God is. They see the Love who had walked with them on the road, the Love broken like bread and given to aching hearts, the Love who walks with us every step of life’s journey, even when we haven’t the eyes to see.

Even when eyes do see, even when we least expect, Love comes alongside to breathe life into us. Even today. And every time, we smile and breathe the joy of Love’s precious presence.


Pr. David L. Miller