Sunday, August 23, 2026

When heaven marries earth

 





The kingdom of heaven may be compared to a king who gave a wedding banquet for his son. He sent his slaves to call those who had been invited to the wedding banquet, but they would not come. (Matthew 22:2-3)

The gentle cool of morning deposits a dewy sheen on the yard and the balcony chairs I must wipe down before sitting to pray. Wet crystals glisten on leaves in the filtered light, falling to earth as the late August sun rises behind the locust trees lining the street.

Hidden among the branches, a song bird welcomes the day as squirrels scamper around the bushes, seeking burial places for winter provisions. Watching from my perch, a southern breeze embraces me and all I see.

 ‘The world and time are the dance of the Lord in the emptiness,’ Thomas Merton wrote. It’s easy to hear God’s music on a morning like this.

Stop and listen for a moment, let silence sweep every word from your heart and lips, and your soul may feel the joyful wedding of heaven and earth, as the Loving Mystery marries all creation, pouring the beauty of the divine heart into time and space and taking us as His beloved, never to be parted.

Every love we ever experience participates in the marriage of heaven and earth, allowing us to taste the sweet beauty of heaven amid all that would deny that God has fashioned us and all creation for one purpose—that God might complete the incarnation of divine love in the Son of God, joining the divine heart with our own that we may be one with Him, joined heart-to-heart with Loving Beauty who made us for Himself.

Entering the day, every day, the choice is ours. Shall we see or not?

Can our eyes open to the wonder that every good and gracious thing we shall ever know, taste and feel is the grace of the Mystery who has joined his divine heart with creation in a marriage that has no end, only completion?

Can we see that the goodness that delights our eyes and touches our hearts is the incarnation of heaven in time and space?

Can we hear Love’s gentle whisper in the morning breeze of a new day given? Can we look at Jesus and see the beauty we long to see in every face, including our own?

David L. Miller