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.
How lovely is
your dwelling place,
O Lord of
My soul longs, indeed it faints
for the courts of the Lord;
my heart and my flesh sing for joy
to the living God. (Psalm
Rust-edged leaves high across the way tell the season,
fanning expectation for the explosion of wonder that is autumn, when dying
things ignite the full glory of their inner beauty.
How is it that intimations of mortality excite the
hope that we, too, might color the world with wonder as they?
Can it be that this is the time of greatest glory,
when in the near fullness of a life, you light the Love you are within this
life that has always, always wanted You?
You are never far, You who are the inner light of the Love
I crave and crave to be, the Love for which every molecule of my being cries
out in moments when, senses dimmed by human weakness, I cannot find you near, though
you always are. Always.
Then comes the morning; light eastward springs and
rusting leaves awaken the heart to your dwelling place within this heart and
throughout the wonder that it is this beautiful blue pearl, this earth, this little
island of life and color spinning in the infinite darkness.
And I know … I dwell in the beauty of the Lord, the
beauty soon to explode in a riot of autumnal glory, the beauty who is this Love
dwelling mysteriously in the soul of this one life that is mine, the beauty who
would light each of us from within that we might be as faithful as the oak
leaves across way. The beauty you are. Always.
Open my heart to see that
I may never lose the joy of your presence.