Today’s text
John 3:13-14
As Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, so must the Son of Man be lifted up, that whoever believes in him may have eternal life.
Reflection
It is almost seven years ago now. I was in New York City in the wounded aftermath of September 11, 2001, when terrorists crashed planes into World Trade Center towers in New York.
During the days, I traveled with the bishop of the Metropolitan New York synod. We visited congregations, prayed with the mourners, hugged cops and fire fighters, and listened to stories, hundreds of stories of brutality and beauty.
At night, I went to Union Square, in lower Manhattan. I always waited until after dark when 10,000 candles and more twinkled in the darkness.
Silent souls walked the paths of the block-long park. They came singly or in pairs, holding each other in the darkness.
They stopped every few feet to read the handbills attached to every tree along the walk. They knelt to read others by the light of flickering votive candles in the gathered darkness.
Thousands processed in a silence fraught with pain and hope, fear and sorrow. And I walked and watched and waited with them each night. I never spoke to even one of them. Yet, I was one with them, knowing a unity with human souls that can be shared only in moments of wordless wonder or senseless pain.
Long scrolls of paper stretched along the sidewalks almost the entire length of the park. The scrolls were filled prayers, blessings and words of comfort, often from the Bible. Grieving hands scrawled out their pain and memories of those they feared were cremated and mixed with the incinerated concrete dust that coated every tree, deck and window frame.
Literally thousands of handbills covered tree trunks, walls and fences in the park. Each handbill bore a single face, most often a young, fresh face, of someone missing. Each sheet carried the description and last known whereabouts of someone’s beloved.
I remember one handbill I captured in a photo. It had the picture of a bright, young woman. ‘WE MISS YOU!’ It read across the top. Beneath the picture was a name: ‘Mary Lou Hague, WTC 2 -- 89th floor, 26 yrs. old, 5’6”/125 lbs.’
At the bottom of the handbill were a name and a number to call. Two votive candles burned on the ground just beneath it.
We all passed by in the darkness, gazing at the images and reading the messages and prayers of wounded souls.
What struck me then and now is the absence of anger in the words we read. There were no calls for revenge and retaliation. The rhetoric of war and words of violence were totally absent.
Those who posted the handbills and wrote on the scrolls lifted up their pain and their hope, their sorrow and their blessings. They lifted up loss and love for all to see. And we who walked by were drawn in, our hearts captured by what we saw.
We became part of a great prayer, a holy hunger for healing and peace. No one here wanted war. Gentleness and care passed among us as we brushed by each other in the dark. We all felt how fragile life is, and we handled each other with care.
We had seen what cold-hearted hatred can do, and we wanted no part of it. We gazed into the love and beauty of the faces and words on those handbills, and we became love on which on which we looked.
“As Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, so must the Son of Man be lifted up, that whoever believes in him may have eternal life” (John 3:14,15).
What does God lift up? What is held up before our eyes?
God holds up Jesus, a dying man, who loves his own and loves them to the end. God lifts up the one we call the Son of God, the face of God, the holy presence of God. And what is held up is not am image of strength or power, not an ensign of anger or retaliation against those who hate.
God holds up the image of self-sacrificing love--of pain, not strength; of giving, not taking; of seeking to convert not to destroy or diminish the enemy.
Look upon this suffering love. It will convert your heart from your angry ways. This one will show you what violence of hand and word can do. And we have all done, received and know that violence. We have been crushed and had our wholeness destroyed by criticisms, carelessness and hastiness of loveless words and deeds.
Look on this one whom God raises up and know two things: The great destruction of anger and hatred; and the unceasing giving of God, who loves even the enemies of God … and you. And always will.
Pr. David L. Miller
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Saturday, September 13, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Today’s text
John 3:13-17
No one has gone up to heaven except the one who came down from heaven, the Son of man; as Moses lifted up the snake in the desert, so must the Son of man be lifted up so that everyone who believes may have eternal life in him. For this is how God loved the world: he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but may have eternal life. For God sent his Son into the world not to judge the world, but so that through him the world might be saved.
Reflection
I wish we lived up to our confession, Jesus. You come not to judge but to save. But so many who represent you to the world are angry. They are possessed by the need to be right--and to judge those who differ in thought or action.
For them you are a high platform from which they look down upon others, sinners and heretics, the uncommitted and the unbelievers, the ignorant and confused. This is not a disease of the right or the left, the conservative or the liberal. All have sinned. Me too.
I wonder what it is about your words and being that is so hard to understand? You come not to judge but to save. You are a platform for nothing and no one. Your feet are planted firmly in the soil of this earth where you look the human mess in the eye.
And you don’t blink. You invite, asking no one to clean up their act before addressing you. You blanch at no proclamation of unbelief, nor at proud confessions of debauchery and destruction. You continue to invite the souls of the arrogant and broken alike.
“Come. I give life. I am here not to judge but to save.” And salvation is knowing you.
That is what most bothers me about the religiously self-righteous, Jesus. They show little evidence of having spent much time with you. There are few signs that they have stood beside you, their feet planted firmly in the dust, looking human souls in the eye with the compassion of your gaze.
I weary of the false conflicts we, your church, create in your name, Jesus. The conservative denounce the liberal for loose morals and fuzzy thought. The liberals denounce the conservative for want of concern for the poor and broken. They criticize each other for various forms of self-righteousness. Those with theological or liturgical knowledge lift their noses toward the less tutored as if they were an inferior sub-species. Knowledge puffs up; love builds up.
So when do we look each other through the eyes of the one who comes not to judge but to save?
More than anything, we need to stand beside you and see anew. Let us seek the silence where we may hear your whisper, “I come not to judge but to save.” Only then will we see.
Save us from ourselves, Jesus.
Pr. David L. Miller
John 3:13-17
No one has gone up to heaven except the one who came down from heaven, the Son of man; as Moses lifted up the snake in the desert, so must the Son of man be lifted up so that everyone who believes may have eternal life in him. For this is how God loved the world: he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but may have eternal life. For God sent his Son into the world not to judge the world, but so that through him the world might be saved.
Reflection
I wish we lived up to our confession, Jesus. You come not to judge but to save. But so many who represent you to the world are angry. They are possessed by the need to be right--and to judge those who differ in thought or action.
For them you are a high platform from which they look down upon others, sinners and heretics, the uncommitted and the unbelievers, the ignorant and confused. This is not a disease of the right or the left, the conservative or the liberal. All have sinned. Me too.
I wonder what it is about your words and being that is so hard to understand? You come not to judge but to save. You are a platform for nothing and no one. Your feet are planted firmly in the soil of this earth where you look the human mess in the eye.
And you don’t blink. You invite, asking no one to clean up their act before addressing you. You blanch at no proclamation of unbelief, nor at proud confessions of debauchery and destruction. You continue to invite the souls of the arrogant and broken alike.
“Come. I give life. I am here not to judge but to save.” And salvation is knowing you.
That is what most bothers me about the religiously self-righteous, Jesus. They show little evidence of having spent much time with you. There are few signs that they have stood beside you, their feet planted firmly in the dust, looking human souls in the eye with the compassion of your gaze.
I weary of the false conflicts we, your church, create in your name, Jesus. The conservative denounce the liberal for loose morals and fuzzy thought. The liberals denounce the conservative for want of concern for the poor and broken. They criticize each other for various forms of self-righteousness. Those with theological or liturgical knowledge lift their noses toward the less tutored as if they were an inferior sub-species. Knowledge puffs up; love builds up.
So when do we look each other through the eyes of the one who comes not to judge but to save?
More than anything, we need to stand beside you and see anew. Let us seek the silence where we may hear your whisper, “I come not to judge but to save.” Only then will we see.
Save us from ourselves, Jesus.
Pr. David L. Miller
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Today’s text
John 3:13-17
No one has gone up to heaven except the one who came down from heaven, the Son of man; as Moses lifted up the snake in the desert, so must the Son of man be lifted up so that everyone who believes may have eternal life in him. For this is how God loved the world: he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but may have eternal life. For God sent his Son into the world not to judge the world, but so that through him the world might be saved.
Reflection
What does it mean to believe in you, Jesus? This is the way of eternal life, and I don’t want to miss it. I crave life that is not like the last swallow in the glass, not like spring streams that dry and fail in desert sands.
Everything we touch fails us, sooner or later. Our souls grow accustomed to disappointment. But despite broken promises, beyond the sinking awareness that what I want is always beyond my straining fingers, there is this desire that refuses to leave.
I am moved by desire for life that does not fail, for a fullness that will not wane or disappoint. I long for life that goes on, a life in which I tingle with the savory presence of love surrounding, enveloping, lifting me into the awareness of that for which I have no name.
And I want that now, tomorrow, the next day, without end. I want never-waning awareness of that surrounding mystery that even yesterday enveloped my being. I basked in its embrace and grew light as air. Gravity was gone. I was there, present only to this one moment, needing, wanting, nothing but this presence, this awareness.
And then the magic passed, leaving more alive than before but not alive enough, not to satisfy the undeniable desire that is always there for life eternal.
But for a moment, in the presence of another’s prayer for me--and mine for them--eternity was now, and my desire found its fulfillment--and its source. For what is the desire for eternity, if not the voice of eternity speaking from the depth of a mortal soul a soul who knows he is intended for more? For you.
And in rarest moments I know you, the One I want.
So what is to believe in you, Jesus? Is it to believe that you are the way to this life eternal, a means to an end? I don’t think so.
I think you are this life. This life was in you, pouring through you at every moment of your breathing, except maybe in your feeling of abandonment on the cross.
I think believing in you is believing in the life that was and is in you--and in us, too, however partially and obscured it may be in our lives. I think believing in you is putting ourselves in the places where we are most likely to get swept away in the love you are, knowing there the eternity for which our hearts hunger.
Thanks for moments of holy knowing.
Pr. David L. Miller
John 3:13-17
No one has gone up to heaven except the one who came down from heaven, the Son of man; as Moses lifted up the snake in the desert, so must the Son of man be lifted up so that everyone who believes may have eternal life in him. For this is how God loved the world: he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but may have eternal life. For God sent his Son into the world not to judge the world, but so that through him the world might be saved.
Reflection
What does it mean to believe in you, Jesus? This is the way of eternal life, and I don’t want to miss it. I crave life that is not like the last swallow in the glass, not like spring streams that dry and fail in desert sands.
Everything we touch fails us, sooner or later. Our souls grow accustomed to disappointment. But despite broken promises, beyond the sinking awareness that what I want is always beyond my straining fingers, there is this desire that refuses to leave.
I am moved by desire for life that does not fail, for a fullness that will not wane or disappoint. I long for life that goes on, a life in which I tingle with the savory presence of love surrounding, enveloping, lifting me into the awareness of that for which I have no name.
And I want that now, tomorrow, the next day, without end. I want never-waning awareness of that surrounding mystery that even yesterday enveloped my being. I basked in its embrace and grew light as air. Gravity was gone. I was there, present only to this one moment, needing, wanting, nothing but this presence, this awareness.
And then the magic passed, leaving more alive than before but not alive enough, not to satisfy the undeniable desire that is always there for life eternal.
But for a moment, in the presence of another’s prayer for me--and mine for them--eternity was now, and my desire found its fulfillment--and its source. For what is the desire for eternity, if not the voice of eternity speaking from the depth of a mortal soul a soul who knows he is intended for more? For you.
And in rarest moments I know you, the One I want.
So what is to believe in you, Jesus? Is it to believe that you are the way to this life eternal, a means to an end? I don’t think so.
I think you are this life. This life was in you, pouring through you at every moment of your breathing, except maybe in your feeling of abandonment on the cross.
I think believing in you is believing in the life that was and is in you--and in us, too, however partially and obscured it may be in our lives. I think believing in you is putting ourselves in the places where we are most likely to get swept away in the love you are, knowing there the eternity for which our hearts hunger.
Thanks for moments of holy knowing.
Pr. David L. Miller
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Today’s text
John 3:13-17
No one has gone up to heaven except the one who came down from heaven, the Son of man; as Moses lifted up the snake in the desert, so must the Son of man be lifted up so that everyone who believes may have eternal life in him. For this is how God loved the world: he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but may have eternal life. For God sent his Son into the world not to judge the world, but so that through him the world might be saved.
Reflection
You are lifted up as an ensign to the world, Jesus. This symbol is as ancient as it is mysterious.
Moses lifts his makeshift snake in the desert, holding it before the people of Israel who are tormented by snakes biting them. The biting snakes are the result of God’s anger at the Israel’s whining distrust.
This little fits my image of the Holy One you reveal, Jesus. There is nothing in you that suggests you send snakes to strike those who displease you. You bear the face of a mercy wrapped in mercy hidden in mercy. Penetrate deeply as we may, we find nothing but mercy.
And this is good news, indeed, because I hate snakes.
But the symbol confuses me. Why should looking up in hope at the thing that is killing you bring deliverance and salvation? The very notion feels fraught with magical ideas modern minds refuse to embrace.
And yet, we still hold up ensigns to which we look in hope for salvation from what kills us. We hold up images of success in work or play or school, in gaining money or security.
There are a host of ensigns of promised salvation to which we look--a nice home, a good car, a trophy relationship, images of ourselves and our self-respect. During election years, the American flag is held high as an ensign or salvation. Political parties wave it to signify pride and strength, determination to stand fast against enemies and to advance a privileged way of life. We look up to it in hope for salvation from our fears of all that threatens.
So maybe the idea of Moses holding up the serpent in the desert is not so far removed from modern consciousness. We hold up our own ensigns in hope that they will bring salvation.
The sharp contrast is that ensigns we hold up tend to speak of power over others, of strength and security, of wealth and privilege amid a world of want. They promise security from our fears. But you Jesus, hanging on your cross, reflect all that we fear, death, rejection, destruction. There is nothing in you that suggests the impenetrable shield of protection we seek in the ensigns of personal and national success.
Still, you speak. “Look here,” you say. “Look at the death and destruction you most fear. This shall not hold you, not anymore than it can hold me.”
This is why we hold you up, Jesus, a dying (and risen) man. For, none of the other things we hold up can make … and keep that promise.
And none of the others move us beyond self-protection to the needs of your world.
Pr. David L. Miller
John 3:13-17
No one has gone up to heaven except the one who came down from heaven, the Son of man; as Moses lifted up the snake in the desert, so must the Son of man be lifted up so that everyone who believes may have eternal life in him. For this is how God loved the world: he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but may have eternal life. For God sent his Son into the world not to judge the world, but so that through him the world might be saved.
Reflection
You are lifted up as an ensign to the world, Jesus. This symbol is as ancient as it is mysterious.
Moses lifts his makeshift snake in the desert, holding it before the people of Israel who are tormented by snakes biting them. The biting snakes are the result of God’s anger at the Israel’s whining distrust.
This little fits my image of the Holy One you reveal, Jesus. There is nothing in you that suggests you send snakes to strike those who displease you. You bear the face of a mercy wrapped in mercy hidden in mercy. Penetrate deeply as we may, we find nothing but mercy.
And this is good news, indeed, because I hate snakes.
But the symbol confuses me. Why should looking up in hope at the thing that is killing you bring deliverance and salvation? The very notion feels fraught with magical ideas modern minds refuse to embrace.
And yet, we still hold up ensigns to which we look in hope for salvation from what kills us. We hold up images of success in work or play or school, in gaining money or security.
There are a host of ensigns of promised salvation to which we look--a nice home, a good car, a trophy relationship, images of ourselves and our self-respect. During election years, the American flag is held high as an ensign or salvation. Political parties wave it to signify pride and strength, determination to stand fast against enemies and to advance a privileged way of life. We look up to it in hope for salvation from our fears of all that threatens.
So maybe the idea of Moses holding up the serpent in the desert is not so far removed from modern consciousness. We hold up our own ensigns in hope that they will bring salvation.
The sharp contrast is that ensigns we hold up tend to speak of power over others, of strength and security, of wealth and privilege amid a world of want. They promise security from our fears. But you Jesus, hanging on your cross, reflect all that we fear, death, rejection, destruction. There is nothing in you that suggests the impenetrable shield of protection we seek in the ensigns of personal and national success.
Still, you speak. “Look here,” you say. “Look at the death and destruction you most fear. This shall not hold you, not anymore than it can hold me.”
This is why we hold you up, Jesus, a dying (and risen) man. For, none of the other things we hold up can make … and keep that promise.
And none of the others move us beyond self-protection to the needs of your world.
Pr. David L. Miller
Friday, September 05, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
Today's text
Matthew 18:15-20
If your brother does something wrong, go and have it out with him alone, between your two selves. If he listens to you, you have won back your brother. If he does not listen, take one or two others along with you: whatever the misdemeanour, the evidence of two or three witnesses is required to sustain the charge. But if he refuses to listen to these, report it to the community; and if he refuses to listen to the community, treat him like a gentile or a tax collector. 'In truth I tell you, whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven; whatever you loose on earth will be loosed in heaven. 'In truth I tell you once again, if two of you on earth agree to ask anything at all, it will be granted to you by my Father in heaven. For where two or three meet in my name, I am there among them.'
Reflection
These verses read like legal directives for policing and keeping good order in the community. You can find them used exactly this way in many congregational constitutions.
Jesus says: when someone in the church does you or others wrong go speak to them. Go privately. If they don’t listen, take two or three others from the church with you and talk to the person again. This emphasizes the seriousness of the trouble. But it also protects the accused from false and exaggerated claims.
If reconciliation and peace still cannot be worked out, take the matter to the whole church. If the person is wrong and refuses to make things right, treat him like an outsider, gentile, a tax collector. And we all know how Jesus treated them.
He reached out to them. He sought their hearts. He forgave them. They were among those for whom he showed greatest concern and forbearance.
Jesus did not seek to throw anyone out. Mutual correction in the church is not for the purpose of making anyone grovel. Jesus has one desire: to make peace, to restore unity, to nurture harmony so that joy abounds in the community of faith.
Jesus concern is different from ours. He moves our feet in a direction opposite our normal path. Go to the one who has wronged you, he says. Speak with them.
More often, we retreat to our corners when we feel wronged or are upset. In our disagreements, we seek those we believe will agree with us, who will not question us, if keep peace in the family.
We go to our personal ‘amen’ corners where others will solemnly nod their heads in agreement and say, ‘Yes, you are right to be offended. This is wrong, outrageous, unthinkable. You’re right to be angry.’
We don’t want perspective. We don’t want our friends to correct our understanding at this point. We want someone to tell us that we are right and the one who troubles us is wrong or stupid or both.
You can think of dozens of examples of this. It’s typical human behavior, not just for individuals but for all kinds of groups, political parties and even nations. Take the recent political conventions, Democrat and Republican, for example.
But Jesus doesn’t give a wit about our self-righteous claims or our need to feel superior to others. These things only fracture relationships and create division in our homes, our schools, our neighborhoods, our nation and our churches.
Jesus sends us to each other to make and nurture peace, promising always to be with us, no matter what.
Jesus wants our congregations, indeed the entire Christian church (to say nothing of the cosmos itself) to experience his presence in the forgiving love, the gentle care, the humble self-giving, the kindness of mercy that we share in our relationships with each other. He wants us to know his nearness in the harmony of human souls within this fellowship.
Where two or three gather in my name, I am there, Jesus says. Our divisions, hard-heartedness and harsh judgments obscure his presence among us, diluting our experience of his love.
So he calls us beyond our fear, beyond our wounds, beyond our self-righteousness, beyond our need to look down upon others. He calls us to make peace, to forgive and be forgiven. So that as we gather, we will know his presence that our hearts may soar.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 18:15-20
If your brother does something wrong, go and have it out with him alone, between your two selves. If he listens to you, you have won back your brother. If he does not listen, take one or two others along with you: whatever the misdemeanour, the evidence of two or three witnesses is required to sustain the charge. But if he refuses to listen to these, report it to the community; and if he refuses to listen to the community, treat him like a gentile or a tax collector. 'In truth I tell you, whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven; whatever you loose on earth will be loosed in heaven. 'In truth I tell you once again, if two of you on earth agree to ask anything at all, it will be granted to you by my Father in heaven. For where two or three meet in my name, I am there among them.'
Reflection
These verses read like legal directives for policing and keeping good order in the community. You can find them used exactly this way in many congregational constitutions.
Jesus says: when someone in the church does you or others wrong go speak to them. Go privately. If they don’t listen, take two or three others from the church with you and talk to the person again. This emphasizes the seriousness of the trouble. But it also protects the accused from false and exaggerated claims.
If reconciliation and peace still cannot be worked out, take the matter to the whole church. If the person is wrong and refuses to make things right, treat him like an outsider, gentile, a tax collector. And we all know how Jesus treated them.
He reached out to them. He sought their hearts. He forgave them. They were among those for whom he showed greatest concern and forbearance.
Jesus did not seek to throw anyone out. Mutual correction in the church is not for the purpose of making anyone grovel. Jesus has one desire: to make peace, to restore unity, to nurture harmony so that joy abounds in the community of faith.
Jesus concern is different from ours. He moves our feet in a direction opposite our normal path. Go to the one who has wronged you, he says. Speak with them.
More often, we retreat to our corners when we feel wronged or are upset. In our disagreements, we seek those we believe will agree with us, who will not question us, if keep peace in the family.
We go to our personal ‘amen’ corners where others will solemnly nod their heads in agreement and say, ‘Yes, you are right to be offended. This is wrong, outrageous, unthinkable. You’re right to be angry.’
We don’t want perspective. We don’t want our friends to correct our understanding at this point. We want someone to tell us that we are right and the one who troubles us is wrong or stupid or both.
You can think of dozens of examples of this. It’s typical human behavior, not just for individuals but for all kinds of groups, political parties and even nations. Take the recent political conventions, Democrat and Republican, for example.
But Jesus doesn’t give a wit about our self-righteous claims or our need to feel superior to others. These things only fracture relationships and create division in our homes, our schools, our neighborhoods, our nation and our churches.
Jesus sends us to each other to make and nurture peace, promising always to be with us, no matter what.
Jesus wants our congregations, indeed the entire Christian church (to say nothing of the cosmos itself) to experience his presence in the forgiving love, the gentle care, the humble self-giving, the kindness of mercy that we share in our relationships with each other. He wants us to know his nearness in the harmony of human souls within this fellowship.
Where two or three gather in my name, I am there, Jesus says. Our divisions, hard-heartedness and harsh judgments obscure his presence among us, diluting our experience of his love.
So he calls us beyond our fear, beyond our wounds, beyond our self-righteousness, beyond our need to look down upon others. He calls us to make peace, to forgive and be forgiven. So that as we gather, we will know his presence that our hearts may soar.
Pr. David L. Miller
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Tuesday, September 3, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 18:15-17
[Jesus said]: 'If your brother does something wrong, go and have it out with him alone, between your two selves. If he listens to you, you have won back your brother. If he does not listen, take one or two others along with you: whatever the misdemeanor, the evidence of two or three witnesses is required to sustain the charge. But if he refuses to listen to these, report it to the community; and if he refuses to listen to the community, treat him like a gentile or a tax collector.'
Prayer
You come to make peace, Jesus, but wherever you appear conflict comes. I suppose we should expect that. Sparks fly whenever the truly good and holy appears. The things of God are inevitably opposed by that which is not truly good and holy. And our world is not wholly given to you, nor are we. So, we resist you.
In your church, we seek a haven, a safe space in which we may know love surpassing. We hope that here, in this place, the pettiness and anxieties, the small-mindedness and self-seeking that wounds our souls and mars human community will not sting our flesh. No, at least not here.
We seek a generosity of spirit in your church, Jesus, a place where the big-heartedness of your divine soul might prevail in our heart and more: in the words and actions of all who gather around you. But our hope is a romantic dream. We yearn for a place of your peace, only to be frustrated by the sin and the criticism of cramped hearts, including our own.
Our sin cuts us off, excommunicates our own souls from the living community of your shared grace.
Still, you call us to open-hearted generosity, a fullness of spirit reflecting your own love, a largess that showers good on the righteous and unrighteous alike. You make no distinction, somehow loving all.
Our chief sin is here: we do not love all. We don’t love ourselves all that well. And we are not very good at loving those with whom we share your table of grace, your own body and blood. Receiving your great generosity, we fail to extend the same.
If there is anything for which we need to correct each other, Jesus, surely it is this.
So come to us, Jesus. Send us human hearts, generous spirits, to correct and call us home to the generosity of spirit that is in you. Only then will we find the place of peace for which our souls rightly long.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 18:15-17
[Jesus said]: 'If your brother does something wrong, go and have it out with him alone, between your two selves. If he listens to you, you have won back your brother. If he does not listen, take one or two others along with you: whatever the misdemeanor, the evidence of two or three witnesses is required to sustain the charge. But if he refuses to listen to these, report it to the community; and if he refuses to listen to the community, treat him like a gentile or a tax collector.'
Prayer
You come to make peace, Jesus, but wherever you appear conflict comes. I suppose we should expect that. Sparks fly whenever the truly good and holy appears. The things of God are inevitably opposed by that which is not truly good and holy. And our world is not wholly given to you, nor are we. So, we resist you.
In your church, we seek a haven, a safe space in which we may know love surpassing. We hope that here, in this place, the pettiness and anxieties, the small-mindedness and self-seeking that wounds our souls and mars human community will not sting our flesh. No, at least not here.
We seek a generosity of spirit in your church, Jesus, a place where the big-heartedness of your divine soul might prevail in our heart and more: in the words and actions of all who gather around you. But our hope is a romantic dream. We yearn for a place of your peace, only to be frustrated by the sin and the criticism of cramped hearts, including our own.
Our sin cuts us off, excommunicates our own souls from the living community of your shared grace.
Still, you call us to open-hearted generosity, a fullness of spirit reflecting your own love, a largess that showers good on the righteous and unrighteous alike. You make no distinction, somehow loving all.
Our chief sin is here: we do not love all. We don’t love ourselves all that well. And we are not very good at loving those with whom we share your table of grace, your own body and blood. Receiving your great generosity, we fail to extend the same.
If there is anything for which we need to correct each other, Jesus, surely it is this.
So come to us, Jesus. Send us human hearts, generous spirits, to correct and call us home to the generosity of spirit that is in you. Only then will we find the place of peace for which our souls rightly long.
Pr. David L. Miller
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Monday, September 2, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 18:15-17
'If your brother does something wrong, go and have it out with him alone, between your two selves. If he listens to you, you have won back your brother. If he does not listen, take one or two others along with you: whatever the misdemeanor, the evidence of two or three witnesses is required to sustain the charge. But if he refuses to listen to these, report it to the community; and if he refuses to listen to the community, treat him like a gentile or a tax collector.
Prayer
This sounds harsh. But listening to Jesus’ words again I see that he offers a way more gentle and righteous than our normal ways. Far more.
His concern is entirely different than that which defines most of our conflicts. He moves our feet in a direction opposite that of our normal paths. Most often, we are amazed, disgusted or indignant when others treat us unfairly.
‘How could they do this?’
‘How could they say that about me?’
We flee to a safe corner where we know people will listen to our complaint as we pour out tales of personal slights, unfair treatment and woe. We seek sympathy and nodding heads that affirm that we are right to be offended.
That’s what we really want: affirmation that we are right and another is wrong or stupid. It feeds our self-righteousness and sense of superiority. We can look down on our offender surrounded by our personal ‘amen’ corner.
We know this pattern. It is as old as the human race and repeated millions of times daily in every language of earth.
But Jesus directs back to the one who troubles, insults or offends us. Jesus is not one wit concerned with satisfying self-righteousness or our sense of superiority. These only fracture relationships and erode real community. They miss the mark of truly human living as much or more than many of the slights and injustices we suffer.
Jesus sends us to our offender to make peace. And he promises always to be there, present in the heart of our effort to live in harmony. He sends us back to the place where our souls might find healing, not merely affirmation.
Jesus, you seek peace for our wounded souls. Your will is that we experience a seamless garment of communal wholeness, where we live in harmony with each other. Teach our hearts your way that our crusty souls may soften.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 18:15-17
'If your brother does something wrong, go and have it out with him alone, between your two selves. If he listens to you, you have won back your brother. If he does not listen, take one or two others along with you: whatever the misdemeanor, the evidence of two or three witnesses is required to sustain the charge. But if he refuses to listen to these, report it to the community; and if he refuses to listen to the community, treat him like a gentile or a tax collector.
Prayer
This sounds harsh. But listening to Jesus’ words again I see that he offers a way more gentle and righteous than our normal ways. Far more.
His concern is entirely different than that which defines most of our conflicts. He moves our feet in a direction opposite that of our normal paths. Most often, we are amazed, disgusted or indignant when others treat us unfairly.
‘How could they do this?’
‘How could they say that about me?’
We flee to a safe corner where we know people will listen to our complaint as we pour out tales of personal slights, unfair treatment and woe. We seek sympathy and nodding heads that affirm that we are right to be offended.
That’s what we really want: affirmation that we are right and another is wrong or stupid. It feeds our self-righteousness and sense of superiority. We can look down on our offender surrounded by our personal ‘amen’ corner.
We know this pattern. It is as old as the human race and repeated millions of times daily in every language of earth.
But Jesus directs back to the one who troubles, insults or offends us. Jesus is not one wit concerned with satisfying self-righteousness or our sense of superiority. These only fracture relationships and erode real community. They miss the mark of truly human living as much or more than many of the slights and injustices we suffer.
Jesus sends us to our offender to make peace. And he promises always to be there, present in the heart of our effort to live in harmony. He sends us back to the place where our souls might find healing, not merely affirmation.
Jesus, you seek peace for our wounded souls. Your will is that we experience a seamless garment of communal wholeness, where we live in harmony with each other. Teach our hearts your way that our crusty souls may soften.
Pr. David L. Miller
Friday, August 29, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Today's text
Matthew 16:24-25
Then Jesus said to his disciples, 'If anyone wants to be a follower of mine, let him renounce himself and take up his cross and follow me. Anyone who wants to save his life will lose it; but anyone who loses his life for my sake will find it.
I have lived long enough to know the need of the heart to be given away.
When I was young, I succumbed to the temptation to believe that everything was about me--my education, my growth, my development, my choices, my freedom, my vocation, my success, my reputation.
But somewhere in the midst of living a blessed thing happens, a discovery comes. You realize that there is something more important than you. You realize that what happens to someone else is more important to you than what happens to yourself.
It is then, only then, that we begin to become truly human, truly reflecting the image of God.
I look at my relationships. Where do I find truest joy? Where is my heart most warmed? Where does deepest satisfaction appear?
It’s obvious. My children, my grandchildren, seeing my wife’s smile, a smile I am pledged to treasure and nurture as long as I live.
In these relationships, I am most willing and able to give, to surrender self-interest for the sake of others. I am willing to risk myself. That reflex to protect my honor, my status, to insist on my way, weakens and wanes.
For my heart knows: What happens to them is more important to me than what happens to me. I feel no loss in this. I am not diminished in any way.
In giving, I gain. In losing myself for them, I become more alive. In surrendering to their need, I know more joy, not less. My heart grows. My soul swells. I feel the abundance of life, the freshness of living, finally, as a human being.
This is the way God’s love works in us. This is the way of Jesus, the paschal mystery that leads ever from death to life.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 16:24-25
Then Jesus said to his disciples, 'If anyone wants to be a follower of mine, let him renounce himself and take up his cross and follow me. Anyone who wants to save his life will lose it; but anyone who loses his life for my sake will find it.
I have lived long enough to know the need of the heart to be given away.
When I was young, I succumbed to the temptation to believe that everything was about me--my education, my growth, my development, my choices, my freedom, my vocation, my success, my reputation.
But somewhere in the midst of living a blessed thing happens, a discovery comes. You realize that there is something more important than you. You realize that what happens to someone else is more important to you than what happens to yourself.
It is then, only then, that we begin to become truly human, truly reflecting the image of God.
I look at my relationships. Where do I find truest joy? Where is my heart most warmed? Where does deepest satisfaction appear?
It’s obvious. My children, my grandchildren, seeing my wife’s smile, a smile I am pledged to treasure and nurture as long as I live.
In these relationships, I am most willing and able to give, to surrender self-interest for the sake of others. I am willing to risk myself. That reflex to protect my honor, my status, to insist on my way, weakens and wanes.
For my heart knows: What happens to them is more important to me than what happens to me. I feel no loss in this. I am not diminished in any way.
In giving, I gain. In losing myself for them, I become more alive. In surrendering to their need, I know more joy, not less. My heart grows. My soul swells. I feel the abundance of life, the freshness of living, finally, as a human being.
This is the way God’s love works in us. This is the way of Jesus, the paschal mystery that leads ever from death to life.
Pr. David L. Miller
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 16:24-26
Then Jesus said to his disciples, 'If anyone wants to be a follower of mine, let him renounce himself and take up his cross and follow me. Anyone who wants to save his life will lose it; but anyone who loses his life for my sake will find it. What, then, will anyone gain by winning the whole world and forfeiting his life? Or what can anyone offer in exchange for his life?’
Prayer
What is real? What is not? We have it confused, entirely turned about. We think the real is the person we are, the position we possess, the reputation we have assembled, the identity we have crafted, the successes we have achieved, the possessions we have gathered. And we rightly care for all these things. We need them.
But all these things are temporary, ephemeral forms that will pass away. Health, too, is too soon lost; appearance fades with our hard won reputations at work, school and business. All this is passing, though we treat them as the most real things in our lives.
But the real is the solid, the enduring, that which time and fate can’t take away, that which does not corrode or rust. The real is the eternal.
The things that occupy most of our lives are passing forms, not lasting reality. We seek our lives, our meaning, our security, our assurance of heart in those things certain to fail us.
But life is in one truth alone--the enduring and unfailing, the immeasurable mercy we feel in the presence of unfailing love. We awake each morning because the One who is life is delighted to share the mysterious substance of that life is with us.
This is eternity’s act of unsought generosity. Life is given. We feel it in our bones and blood. We are aware that we are--and that we are here, alive. We are here because of realities over which we have no control, about which we made no decision. We are gifted with life, the life of Life’s Source, eternal and abundant. It throbs through our arteries. It fills us with joy and exaltation in moments of gratitude when we feel most vital and alive.
This is awareness of the real. It yields a flood of gratitude and joy. Sit in this awareness a moment and one knows: we bear something true, lasting and eternal, something that is not merely a passing form.
Jesus invites us to look beyond the passing forms we confuse with real life and see the love and mercy freely flowing from his hands and heart. It is evident in his words and acts of healing mercy.
‘Know this,’ he says. ‘This love is the real, the true, the eternal. It is the Infinite Source from which you come. You will find out who you are only here, seeing and receiving, sharing and playing in this grace. You will find eternity here. Everything else passes away, but not this.’
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 16:24-26
Then Jesus said to his disciples, 'If anyone wants to be a follower of mine, let him renounce himself and take up his cross and follow me. Anyone who wants to save his life will lose it; but anyone who loses his life for my sake will find it. What, then, will anyone gain by winning the whole world and forfeiting his life? Or what can anyone offer in exchange for his life?’
Prayer
What is real? What is not? We have it confused, entirely turned about. We think the real is the person we are, the position we possess, the reputation we have assembled, the identity we have crafted, the successes we have achieved, the possessions we have gathered. And we rightly care for all these things. We need them.
But all these things are temporary, ephemeral forms that will pass away. Health, too, is too soon lost; appearance fades with our hard won reputations at work, school and business. All this is passing, though we treat them as the most real things in our lives.
But the real is the solid, the enduring, that which time and fate can’t take away, that which does not corrode or rust. The real is the eternal.
The things that occupy most of our lives are passing forms, not lasting reality. We seek our lives, our meaning, our security, our assurance of heart in those things certain to fail us.
But life is in one truth alone--the enduring and unfailing, the immeasurable mercy we feel in the presence of unfailing love. We awake each morning because the One who is life is delighted to share the mysterious substance of that life is with us.
This is eternity’s act of unsought generosity. Life is given. We feel it in our bones and blood. We are aware that we are--and that we are here, alive. We are here because of realities over which we have no control, about which we made no decision. We are gifted with life, the life of Life’s Source, eternal and abundant. It throbs through our arteries. It fills us with joy and exaltation in moments of gratitude when we feel most vital and alive.
This is awareness of the real. It yields a flood of gratitude and joy. Sit in this awareness a moment and one knows: we bear something true, lasting and eternal, something that is not merely a passing form.
Jesus invites us to look beyond the passing forms we confuse with real life and see the love and mercy freely flowing from his hands and heart. It is evident in his words and acts of healing mercy.
‘Know this,’ he says. ‘This love is the real, the true, the eternal. It is the Infinite Source from which you come. You will find out who you are only here, seeing and receiving, sharing and playing in this grace. You will find eternity here. Everything else passes away, but not this.’
Pr. David L. Miller
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 16:23-24
Then Jesus said to his disciples, 'If anyone wants to be a follower of mine, let him renounce himself and take up his cross and follow me. Anyone who wants to save his life will lose it; but anyone who loses his life for my sake will find it.’
Prayer
How could we ever know? The life that I think is mine is not.
We know--or think we know--who and what we are. We see what we look like, the face in the mirror, also what we own, objects that are important to us. We can name the people who are significant in our lives. We can list many of our good traits, strengths and successes, and we likely can produce a longer list of our frailties and failures.
We identify ourselves with all these things in one way or another. We are tall or short, a good athlete or uncoordinated, smart or slow on the uptake, successful in our work or struggling to get by. All these things and others we might mention tell us who we are.
So we hold onto these identifications, protecting them like a child fiercely clutching his favorite toy. We feel diminished when we lose any or all of those things which we identify, whether our belongings, our job, our health, our friends, our status or reputations.
This is a lie, Jesus says. Worse, it is the way of death, of never knowing who you really are, of failing to find the beauty of God’s life that seeks to shine in you.
We find our life by releasing those things we grasp to which we cling to give ourselves meaning and substance. Jesus invites us to another way, a way of caring for what we are and have but without all the grasping. We are not to identify with what we have or have accomplished, nor shall we identify ourselves with our failures or faults. These are not our identity, our life.
Our life lies hidden in his immeasurable love around and in us. Resting in that love, feeling its nudging within us, a bud of life pushing through the hard crust of anxious ego, we find our life, our joy, our beauty. No, we find the beauty of God’s life within us, struggling to emerge into the light of day through the flesh and blood of our lives.
Little wonder that some of the greatest beauty we ever see is in the lives of those who are dieing. Some of them cease identifying with what they own or have done and a greater beauty and love appears in them. They become more transparent to the true life within them.
In losing what we think we are, what we identify with, we find life that truly is life. Jesus, pry open our hands that we might stop clutching what we think we are and rest, finally, in the love that surrounds us and lies dormant within our souls.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 16:23-24
Then Jesus said to his disciples, 'If anyone wants to be a follower of mine, let him renounce himself and take up his cross and follow me. Anyone who wants to save his life will lose it; but anyone who loses his life for my sake will find it.’
Prayer
How could we ever know? The life that I think is mine is not.
We know--or think we know--who and what we are. We see what we look like, the face in the mirror, also what we own, objects that are important to us. We can name the people who are significant in our lives. We can list many of our good traits, strengths and successes, and we likely can produce a longer list of our frailties and failures.
We identify ourselves with all these things in one way or another. We are tall or short, a good athlete or uncoordinated, smart or slow on the uptake, successful in our work or struggling to get by. All these things and others we might mention tell us who we are.
So we hold onto these identifications, protecting them like a child fiercely clutching his favorite toy. We feel diminished when we lose any or all of those things which we identify, whether our belongings, our job, our health, our friends, our status or reputations.
This is a lie, Jesus says. Worse, it is the way of death, of never knowing who you really are, of failing to find the beauty of God’s life that seeks to shine in you.
We find our life by releasing those things we grasp to which we cling to give ourselves meaning and substance. Jesus invites us to another way, a way of caring for what we are and have but without all the grasping. We are not to identify with what we have or have accomplished, nor shall we identify ourselves with our failures or faults. These are not our identity, our life.
Our life lies hidden in his immeasurable love around and in us. Resting in that love, feeling its nudging within us, a bud of life pushing through the hard crust of anxious ego, we find our life, our joy, our beauty. No, we find the beauty of God’s life within us, struggling to emerge into the light of day through the flesh and blood of our lives.
Little wonder that some of the greatest beauty we ever see is in the lives of those who are dieing. Some of them cease identifying with what they own or have done and a greater beauty and love appears in them. They become more transparent to the true life within them.
In losing what we think we are, what we identify with, we find life that truly is life. Jesus, pry open our hands that we might stop clutching what we think we are and rest, finally, in the love that surrounds us and lies dormant within our souls.
Pr. David L. Miller
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 16:21-23
From then onwards Jesus began to make it clear to his disciples that he was destined to go to Jerusalem and suffer grievously at the hands of the elders and chief priests and scribes and to be put to death and to be raised up on the third day. Then, taking him aside, Peter started to rebuke him. 'Heaven preserve you, Lord,' he said, 'this must not happen to you.' But he turned and said to Peter, 'Get behind me, Satan! You are an obstacle in my path, because you are thinking not as God thinks but as human beings do.' Then Jesus said to his disciples, 'If anyone wants to be a follower of mine, let him renounce himself and take up his cross and follow me.
Prayer
Jesus invites us beyond instinct, beyond what is natural and easy to what is true and breathing. Natural is as natural does: we hold back. We protect ourselves from danger, from emotional hurt.
Entering a new situation, few of us naturally throw ourselves into new relationships or duties. We hesitate. We walk with great care and are self-protective. This is safer than allowing oneself to be open and vulnerable. You don’t know what you are getting into, who you will meet and what challenges await, so the best part of wisdom is to go slow.
Fair enough, but the natural tendency to go easily, to refuse risk and vulnerability soon becomes a way of death. We hold fast to what we are, crouching behind a hard shield to ward off threats to our self, our way of being and living. We grasp what is so tightly that it is impossible to release one’s grip and let go.
Our grip is so tight about the here and now we can’t open our hearts to the invitation of the future, to fresh gifts, to new ways to being, to invitations to a future that doesn’t have to be like the past. It can be more, and so can we. No matter what.
‘Renounce yourself,’ Jesus invites. ‘Surrender to me,’ he says. ‘Relinquish what you are that you may follow and know me, not holding onto what you have been. Open heart and mind to what I will bring. Quit holding your breath that you may inhale the fresh air of my future.’
The way of truth and life is the way of our breath. We breathe in; we breathe out. We receive; we give up what we have received. To hold what is … is death, not breath.
So we meet the day with open heart and mind, praying, ‘Jesus, what will you give me today? What will you show me? I surrender what I have been for what your life-giving way will yet make of me.’
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 16:21-23
From then onwards Jesus began to make it clear to his disciples that he was destined to go to Jerusalem and suffer grievously at the hands of the elders and chief priests and scribes and to be put to death and to be raised up on the third day. Then, taking him aside, Peter started to rebuke him. 'Heaven preserve you, Lord,' he said, 'this must not happen to you.' But he turned and said to Peter, 'Get behind me, Satan! You are an obstacle in my path, because you are thinking not as God thinks but as human beings do.' Then Jesus said to his disciples, 'If anyone wants to be a follower of mine, let him renounce himself and take up his cross and follow me.
Prayer
Jesus invites us beyond instinct, beyond what is natural and easy to what is true and breathing. Natural is as natural does: we hold back. We protect ourselves from danger, from emotional hurt.
Entering a new situation, few of us naturally throw ourselves into new relationships or duties. We hesitate. We walk with great care and are self-protective. This is safer than allowing oneself to be open and vulnerable. You don’t know what you are getting into, who you will meet and what challenges await, so the best part of wisdom is to go slow.
Fair enough, but the natural tendency to go easily, to refuse risk and vulnerability soon becomes a way of death. We hold fast to what we are, crouching behind a hard shield to ward off threats to our self, our way of being and living. We grasp what is so tightly that it is impossible to release one’s grip and let go.
Our grip is so tight about the here and now we can’t open our hearts to the invitation of the future, to fresh gifts, to new ways to being, to invitations to a future that doesn’t have to be like the past. It can be more, and so can we. No matter what.
‘Renounce yourself,’ Jesus invites. ‘Surrender to me,’ he says. ‘Relinquish what you are that you may follow and know me, not holding onto what you have been. Open heart and mind to what I will bring. Quit holding your breath that you may inhale the fresh air of my future.’
The way of truth and life is the way of our breath. We breathe in; we breathe out. We receive; we give up what we have received. To hold what is … is death, not breath.
So we meet the day with open heart and mind, praying, ‘Jesus, what will you give me today? What will you show me? I surrender what I have been for what your life-giving way will yet make of me.’
Pr. David L. Miller
Monday, August 25, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 16:21-23
From then onwards Jesus began to make it clear to his disciples that he was destined to go to Jerusalem and suffer grievously at the hands of the elders and chief priests and scribes and to be put to death and to be raised up on the third day. Then, taking him aside, Peter started to rebuke him. 'Heaven preserve you, Lord,' he said, 'this must not happen to you.' But he turned and said to Peter, 'Get behind me, Satan! You are an obstacle in my path, because you are thinking not as God thinks but as human beings do.'
Prayer
‘Not to you; not to my friend.’ This thought is common to us. And it leads to a more gracious treatment of Peter … and of our own hearts.
I have never liked the way Peter is commonly treated in preaching and teaching. Often, Peter does not seem to ‘get it.’ The verses before this story show him understanding who Jesus is--the Christ, the face of the living God. He confesses what only those who dwell in the circle of grace around Jesus can know.
Peter ‘got it,’ but he didn’t understand what he knew, the implication of his confession or the dreadful days that would soon overshadow Jesus and his friends. So Jesus tells them. He doesn’t tell everyone, just those closest, the souls privileged to stand with him as he blessed, healed and taught, those most likely to have glimpsed the heart of eternity within him.
Peter objects, and a million preachers pounce, sensing an easy target for their rhetoric. They denounce him as dense and uncomprehending, but seldom do any savor Peter’s love for his friend. And they seem to have Jesus on their side, for Jesus appears to really give Peter hell. Or is it so simple? How can it be when human beings and emotion are involved?
This is a theological story, revealing what it means for Jesus to be the Son of the Living God, the face of the Eternal Wonder. He must suffer and die, only then can the truly new life in him shine forth in crystal splendor.
But this is a human story, too. Read it with one’s heart and Peter is readily understandable. He loves his friend. He wants never to be separated from the one, from Emmanuel, in whom he knows the nearness of God. He doesn’t understand what is to come. But he knows he wants to be with Jesus. Little wonder that he should say, ‘no, not you, not my friend.’
And he brings his objection to Jesus. He brings his heart and, yes, his incorrect understanding. Jesus knows Peter’s love would turn him from his purpose, which is why Peter’s words represent such a powerful temptation. It arises not from hatred or opposition, but from love, a love that needed to better understand the way of Jesus: new life can come only through the death of the old, through suffering and the cross.
It does us greater good to forgive Peter for his want of clear understanding. We often don’t know what God is doing in our lives either. But we do know that we hunger to be near that love that will never turn from us.
Holy and Gracious One, grant us proper understanding that we may love you aright.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 16:21-23
From then onwards Jesus began to make it clear to his disciples that he was destined to go to Jerusalem and suffer grievously at the hands of the elders and chief priests and scribes and to be put to death and to be raised up on the third day. Then, taking him aside, Peter started to rebuke him. 'Heaven preserve you, Lord,' he said, 'this must not happen to you.' But he turned and said to Peter, 'Get behind me, Satan! You are an obstacle in my path, because you are thinking not as God thinks but as human beings do.'
Prayer
‘Not to you; not to my friend.’ This thought is common to us. And it leads to a more gracious treatment of Peter … and of our own hearts.
I have never liked the way Peter is commonly treated in preaching and teaching. Often, Peter does not seem to ‘get it.’ The verses before this story show him understanding who Jesus is--the Christ, the face of the living God. He confesses what only those who dwell in the circle of grace around Jesus can know.
Peter ‘got it,’ but he didn’t understand what he knew, the implication of his confession or the dreadful days that would soon overshadow Jesus and his friends. So Jesus tells them. He doesn’t tell everyone, just those closest, the souls privileged to stand with him as he blessed, healed and taught, those most likely to have glimpsed the heart of eternity within him.
Peter objects, and a million preachers pounce, sensing an easy target for their rhetoric. They denounce him as dense and uncomprehending, but seldom do any savor Peter’s love for his friend. And they seem to have Jesus on their side, for Jesus appears to really give Peter hell. Or is it so simple? How can it be when human beings and emotion are involved?
This is a theological story, revealing what it means for Jesus to be the Son of the Living God, the face of the Eternal Wonder. He must suffer and die, only then can the truly new life in him shine forth in crystal splendor.
But this is a human story, too. Read it with one’s heart and Peter is readily understandable. He loves his friend. He wants never to be separated from the one, from Emmanuel, in whom he knows the nearness of God. He doesn’t understand what is to come. But he knows he wants to be with Jesus. Little wonder that he should say, ‘no, not you, not my friend.’
And he brings his objection to Jesus. He brings his heart and, yes, his incorrect understanding. Jesus knows Peter’s love would turn him from his purpose, which is why Peter’s words represent such a powerful temptation. It arises not from hatred or opposition, but from love, a love that needed to better understand the way of Jesus: new life can come only through the death of the old, through suffering and the cross.
It does us greater good to forgive Peter for his want of clear understanding. We often don’t know what God is doing in our lives either. But we do know that we hunger to be near that love that will never turn from us.
Holy and Gracious One, grant us proper understanding that we may love you aright.
Pr. David L. Miller
Friday, August 22, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 16:13-18
When Jesus came to the region of Caesarea Phillipi he put this question to his disciples, 'Who do people say the Son of man is?' And they said, 'Some say John the Baptist, some Elijah, and others Jeremiah or one of the prophets.' 'But you,' he said, 'who do you say I am?' Then Simon Peter spoke up and said, 'You are the Christ, the Son of the living God.' Jesus replied, 'Simon son of Jonah, you are a blessed man! Because it was no human agency that revealed this to you but my Father in heaven. So I now say to you: You are Peter and on this rock I will build my community. And the gates of the underworld can never overpower it.
Prayer
What made this Peter a ‘rock,’ Jesus? Was it his ‘rocky,’ impulsive stubbornness? Did you see something in him that would make him a leader long after you had physically left the scene?
No, none of this works. He is the rock because of his knowledge of you, knowledge gotten by living near your voice, so near that God revealed in his depths a depth of knowing that can be had no other way.
Others observed from a distance, but Peter from near at hand. He could touch your flesh and feel the infection of your speaking.
So let me live this close to you, so close that I hear that elusive but unmistakable voice of truth in deepest soul, assuring me that you are the Son of the Living One, the face of the Eternal Wonder, the bringer of the world’s future … and of mine.
You call us into the community of your future, Jesus, the assembly of tomorrow. There we may live so close to you and yours that we may possess the knowledge that is the rock, solid foundation for our lives, unchanging amid the shifting sands of human fortune.
Let us be close to you, and we will have what we need, now and forever.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 16:13-18
When Jesus came to the region of Caesarea Phillipi he put this question to his disciples, 'Who do people say the Son of man is?' And they said, 'Some say John the Baptist, some Elijah, and others Jeremiah or one of the prophets.' 'But you,' he said, 'who do you say I am?' Then Simon Peter spoke up and said, 'You are the Christ, the Son of the living God.' Jesus replied, 'Simon son of Jonah, you are a blessed man! Because it was no human agency that revealed this to you but my Father in heaven. So I now say to you: You are Peter and on this rock I will build my community. And the gates of the underworld can never overpower it.
Prayer
What made this Peter a ‘rock,’ Jesus? Was it his ‘rocky,’ impulsive stubbornness? Did you see something in him that would make him a leader long after you had physically left the scene?
No, none of this works. He is the rock because of his knowledge of you, knowledge gotten by living near your voice, so near that God revealed in his depths a depth of knowing that can be had no other way.
Others observed from a distance, but Peter from near at hand. He could touch your flesh and feel the infection of your speaking.
So let me live this close to you, so close that I hear that elusive but unmistakable voice of truth in deepest soul, assuring me that you are the Son of the Living One, the face of the Eternal Wonder, the bringer of the world’s future … and of mine.
You call us into the community of your future, Jesus, the assembly of tomorrow. There we may live so close to you and yours that we may possess the knowledge that is the rock, solid foundation for our lives, unchanging amid the shifting sands of human fortune.
Let us be close to you, and we will have what we need, now and forever.
Pr. David L. Miller
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 16:13-17
When Jesus came to the region of Caesarea Phillipi he put this question to his disciples, 'Who do people say the Son of man is?' And they said, 'Some say John the Baptist, some Elijah, and others Jeremiah or one of the prophets.' 'But you,' he said, 'who do you say I am?' Then Simon Peter spoke up and said, 'You are the Christ, the Son of the living God.' Jesus replied, 'Simon son of Jonah, you are a blessed man! Because it was no human agency that revealed this to you but my Father in heaven.
Prayer
The awareness that blesses, that makes us truly alive comes as a gift of God. That’s what you say, Jesus. There is no other way to this knowledge, and a strange knowledge it is.
How did Peter know? What tipped him off? For that matter, why is it that the truth that comes to life in you, Jesus, comes as such welcome awareness in my soul?
You heal and bless. You push back against arrogant voices and forces that lord over others. You create a gracious space around you where the outcast is welcome, where the confused and inquiring can ask clumsy questions without reproach, where there is no need to be anything other than who and what we are because we are wanted, treasured.
Your presence creates this space, and you call it God’s kingdom, God’s realm.
And then you welcome us, inviting us into arms of God’s eternal embrace, a holy homecoming. You take us into that space where we know our lives and graces are the generous outpouring of the Loving Mystery expressed in your every word and act.
I can’t figure this out by act of mind or will. But when I know you, when I am in that space you create around you--and even now in my soul--I know, even as Peter knew.
He didn’t figure it out any more than I do. He just knew you--and understood, a gift of awareness from an Infinite Source of unending generosity.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 16:13-17
When Jesus came to the region of Caesarea Phillipi he put this question to his disciples, 'Who do people say the Son of man is?' And they said, 'Some say John the Baptist, some Elijah, and others Jeremiah or one of the prophets.' 'But you,' he said, 'who do you say I am?' Then Simon Peter spoke up and said, 'You are the Christ, the Son of the living God.' Jesus replied, 'Simon son of Jonah, you are a blessed man! Because it was no human agency that revealed this to you but my Father in heaven.
Prayer
The awareness that blesses, that makes us truly alive comes as a gift of God. That’s what you say, Jesus. There is no other way to this knowledge, and a strange knowledge it is.
How did Peter know? What tipped him off? For that matter, why is it that the truth that comes to life in you, Jesus, comes as such welcome awareness in my soul?
You heal and bless. You push back against arrogant voices and forces that lord over others. You create a gracious space around you where the outcast is welcome, where the confused and inquiring can ask clumsy questions without reproach, where there is no need to be anything other than who and what we are because we are wanted, treasured.
Your presence creates this space, and you call it God’s kingdom, God’s realm.
And then you welcome us, inviting us into arms of God’s eternal embrace, a holy homecoming. You take us into that space where we know our lives and graces are the generous outpouring of the Loving Mystery expressed in your every word and act.
I can’t figure this out by act of mind or will. But when I know you, when I am in that space you create around you--and even now in my soul--I know, even as Peter knew.
He didn’t figure it out any more than I do. He just knew you--and understood, a gift of awareness from an Infinite Source of unending generosity.
Pr. David L. Miller
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 16:13-16
When Jesus came to the region of Caesarea Phillipi he put this question to his disciples, 'Who do people say the Son of man is?' And they said, 'Some say John the Baptist, some Elijah, and others Jeremiah or one of the prophets.' 'But you,' he said, 'who do you say I am?' Then Simon Peter spoke up and said, 'You are the Christ, the Son of the living God.' Jesus replied, 'Simon son of Jonah, you are a blessed man! Because it was no human agency that revealed this to you but my Father in heaven.
Prayer
I see the warmth in you your smile, Jesus, as Peter replies. The love I witness melts ice … and hearts, mine at least.
But yours, too. You are pleased. His answer warms you through. You love him for the wonder that is in his heart, true knowledge of you.
But what does he know, and does he really understand you? No, I suppose not. Who can?
You are the revelation of God’s own heart, and who can plumb the dazzling darkness of those depths?
Yet in knowing you as the Messiah, the Christ, the walking presence of the Loving Mystery of God, our search is done.
We are born on fire, hungry, wanting, needing … more. But what this more is or can be is a mystery to us. Fashioned in the image of God, your image, Holy One, we feel restlessness in our bones for something more to still the ache within. Nothing but you can satisfy.
And seeing Jesus, knowing him, we meet the reality for which we ache, the more we need, the food that begins to satisfy the in-born hunger you put in us.
Our search is done. This is the One for whom we are made, for whom we were intended. Yet, our search only begins here. For what does it mean to know you Jesus? Just who are you? What does it mean to live close to you?
This searching goes on for as long as we draw breath, Jesus. For you are the height and depth, the length and breadth of the Love for whom no name will do.
So let us live into greater knowledge of you, and in our quest to know your heart, teach us who we are and how we are to live for you.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 16:13-16
When Jesus came to the region of Caesarea Phillipi he put this question to his disciples, 'Who do people say the Son of man is?' And they said, 'Some say John the Baptist, some Elijah, and others Jeremiah or one of the prophets.' 'But you,' he said, 'who do you say I am?' Then Simon Peter spoke up and said, 'You are the Christ, the Son of the living God.' Jesus replied, 'Simon son of Jonah, you are a blessed man! Because it was no human agency that revealed this to you but my Father in heaven.
Prayer
I see the warmth in you your smile, Jesus, as Peter replies. The love I witness melts ice … and hearts, mine at least.
But yours, too. You are pleased. His answer warms you through. You love him for the wonder that is in his heart, true knowledge of you.
But what does he know, and does he really understand you? No, I suppose not. Who can?
You are the revelation of God’s own heart, and who can plumb the dazzling darkness of those depths?
Yet in knowing you as the Messiah, the Christ, the walking presence of the Loving Mystery of God, our search is done.
We are born on fire, hungry, wanting, needing … more. But what this more is or can be is a mystery to us. Fashioned in the image of God, your image, Holy One, we feel restlessness in our bones for something more to still the ache within. Nothing but you can satisfy.
And seeing Jesus, knowing him, we meet the reality for which we ache, the more we need, the food that begins to satisfy the in-born hunger you put in us.
Our search is done. This is the One for whom we are made, for whom we were intended. Yet, our search only begins here. For what does it mean to know you Jesus? Just who are you? What does it mean to live close to you?
This searching goes on for as long as we draw breath, Jesus. For you are the height and depth, the length and breadth of the Love for whom no name will do.
So let us live into greater knowledge of you, and in our quest to know your heart, teach us who we are and how we are to live for you.
Pr. David L. Miller
Monday, August 18, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 16:13-16
When Jesus came to the region of Caesarea Phillipi he put this question to his disciples, 'Who do people say the Son of man is?' And they said, 'Some say John the Baptist, some Elijah, and others Jeremiah or one of the prophets.' 'But you,' he said, 'who do you say I am?' Then Simon Peter spoke up and said, 'You are the Christ, the Son of the living God.'
Prayer
I wonder, Jesus, how did you ask your question, and how did Peter respond? For years I have heard sermons that paint this moment in hues of high drama. Your question points a challenging finger directly at your friends. And brimming with blood-red passion, Peter immediately rises up on his hind feet to answer with surest conviction.
I have never been comfortable with this picture. It doesn’t seem right. Now that I am older, I am almost certain that the moment was nothing like this.
I wonder if the conversation came late in the evening when minds are tired and hearts unguarded. Or maybe it happened in the heat of day as you escaped the incessant sun and rested in the shade with friends.
You speculated with them about what people were saying about your little movement … and you. I doubt you raised your voice or that you intended your question as a pointed challenge. ‘And who do you say that I am?’
Did you know what they’d say, Jesus? Did you wonder if they understood anything about you? Or did you need some assurance yourself as your identity and mission were leading you down dangerous paths? Were you like us, needing encouragement from the hearts of your friends? You were human, too.
And Peter, did he speak with cocksure conviction? Or did he whisper his words into the darkness as your friends sat at a fire, half believing yet wondering if he was speaking utter craziness? Did he wonder and doubt, like us, speaking the truth through a divided soul?
There is nothing inspiring about my speculation Jesus, except maybe this. Faith in who you are most often comes not amid the strength of assurance but is laced with questions and uncertainty.
It arises in the hours when the heart is vulnerable and unguarded, allowing us to entertain thoughts about what is central to our lives, what shows us what life and truth are. And in those moments, you are always there, one way or another, asking, ‘who do you say that I am?’
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 16:13-16
When Jesus came to the region of Caesarea Phillipi he put this question to his disciples, 'Who do people say the Son of man is?' And they said, 'Some say John the Baptist, some Elijah, and others Jeremiah or one of the prophets.' 'But you,' he said, 'who do you say I am?' Then Simon Peter spoke up and said, 'You are the Christ, the Son of the living God.'
Prayer
I wonder, Jesus, how did you ask your question, and how did Peter respond? For years I have heard sermons that paint this moment in hues of high drama. Your question points a challenging finger directly at your friends. And brimming with blood-red passion, Peter immediately rises up on his hind feet to answer with surest conviction.
I have never been comfortable with this picture. It doesn’t seem right. Now that I am older, I am almost certain that the moment was nothing like this.
I wonder if the conversation came late in the evening when minds are tired and hearts unguarded. Or maybe it happened in the heat of day as you escaped the incessant sun and rested in the shade with friends.
You speculated with them about what people were saying about your little movement … and you. I doubt you raised your voice or that you intended your question as a pointed challenge. ‘And who do you say that I am?’
Did you know what they’d say, Jesus? Did you wonder if they understood anything about you? Or did you need some assurance yourself as your identity and mission were leading you down dangerous paths? Were you like us, needing encouragement from the hearts of your friends? You were human, too.
And Peter, did he speak with cocksure conviction? Or did he whisper his words into the darkness as your friends sat at a fire, half believing yet wondering if he was speaking utter craziness? Did he wonder and doubt, like us, speaking the truth through a divided soul?
There is nothing inspiring about my speculation Jesus, except maybe this. Faith in who you are most often comes not amid the strength of assurance but is laced with questions and uncertainty.
It arises in the hours when the heart is vulnerable and unguarded, allowing us to entertain thoughts about what is central to our lives, what shows us what life and truth are. And in those moments, you are always there, one way or another, asking, ‘who do you say that I am?’
Pr. David L. Miller
Friday, August 15, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 14:21-28
Jesus left that place and withdrew to the region of Tyre and Sidon. And suddenly out came a Canaanite woman from that district and started shouting, 'Lord, Son of David, take pity on me. My daughter is tormented by a devil.' But he said not a word in answer to her. And his disciples went and pleaded with him, saying, 'Give her what she wants, because she keeps shouting after us.' He said in reply, 'I was sent only to the lost sheep of the House of Israel.' But the woman had come up and was bowing low before him. 'Lord,' she said, 'help me.' He replied, 'It is not fair to take the children's food and throw it to little dogs.' She retorted, 'Ah yes, Lord; but even little dogs eat the scraps that fall from their masters' table.' Then Jesus answered her, 'Woman, you have great faith. Let your desire be granted.' And from that moment her daughter was well again.
Prayer
Two desires meet, and miracles happen. Your heart, Jesus, and the soul of a frightened woman, what have they in common? Only this: a burning desire that creation should live in fullness, in abundance, in wonder, in joy, in wholeness, immersed in the joy of living and loving. Only this.
Her desire echoes your own heart, Jesus. Both of you are transparent (in various degrees, of course) to the Eternal Wonder, the Loving Mystery, revealing the gracious will of eternity for our lives. She knew it; so did you.
Oh, sure, you turned from her. You jousted with clever sayings. You objected that your mission was first to the lost of Israel, not to the dogs doomed to slink about the edges of society.
But how could you turn away a soul who knew what love could do--and demanded it for her child? You couldn’t. She knew what her love was capable of, and she a mere mortal. How much more, then, might mere crumbs of God’s abundance accomplish for her little one?
You saw that, Jesus, and you called it great. But greater still is this: We find in our hearts this same love and desire to be whole and to see your world whole, made so by a love we cannot fathom.
Our hearts, too, are transparent to Eternal Wonder; the seeds of your loving have taken root in us.
So let them grow into something beautiful for you. And perhaps we, too, will shine with the greatness of this woman.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 14:21-28
Jesus left that place and withdrew to the region of Tyre and Sidon. And suddenly out came a Canaanite woman from that district and started shouting, 'Lord, Son of David, take pity on me. My daughter is tormented by a devil.' But he said not a word in answer to her. And his disciples went and pleaded with him, saying, 'Give her what she wants, because she keeps shouting after us.' He said in reply, 'I was sent only to the lost sheep of the House of Israel.' But the woman had come up and was bowing low before him. 'Lord,' she said, 'help me.' He replied, 'It is not fair to take the children's food and throw it to little dogs.' She retorted, 'Ah yes, Lord; but even little dogs eat the scraps that fall from their masters' table.' Then Jesus answered her, 'Woman, you have great faith. Let your desire be granted.' And from that moment her daughter was well again.
Prayer
Two desires meet, and miracles happen. Your heart, Jesus, and the soul of a frightened woman, what have they in common? Only this: a burning desire that creation should live in fullness, in abundance, in wonder, in joy, in wholeness, immersed in the joy of living and loving. Only this.
Her desire echoes your own heart, Jesus. Both of you are transparent (in various degrees, of course) to the Eternal Wonder, the Loving Mystery, revealing the gracious will of eternity for our lives. She knew it; so did you.
Oh, sure, you turned from her. You jousted with clever sayings. You objected that your mission was first to the lost of Israel, not to the dogs doomed to slink about the edges of society.
But how could you turn away a soul who knew what love could do--and demanded it for her child? You couldn’t. She knew what her love was capable of, and she a mere mortal. How much more, then, might mere crumbs of God’s abundance accomplish for her little one?
You saw that, Jesus, and you called it great. But greater still is this: We find in our hearts this same love and desire to be whole and to see your world whole, made so by a love we cannot fathom.
Our hearts, too, are transparent to Eternal Wonder; the seeds of your loving have taken root in us.
So let them grow into something beautiful for you. And perhaps we, too, will shine with the greatness of this woman.
Pr. David L. Miller
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 14:21-28
Jesus left that place and withdrew to the region of Tyre and Sidon. And suddenly out came a Canaanite woman from that district and started shouting, 'Lord, Son of David, take pity on me. My daughter is tormented by a devil.' But he said not a word in answer to her. And his disciples went and pleaded with him, saying, 'Give her what she wants, because she keeps shouting after us.' He said in reply, 'I was sent only to the lost sheep of the House of Israel.' But the woman had come up and was bowing low before him. 'Lord,' she said, 'help me.' He replied, 'It is not fair to take the children's food and throw it to little dogs.' She retorted, 'Ah yes, Lord; but even little dogs eat the scraps that fall from their masters' table.' Then Jesus answered her, 'Woman, you have great faith. Let your desire be granted.' And from that moment her daughter was well again.
Prayer
But not everyone’s desire is granted, Jesus. Many cry to you in the heat of the hell they live. They seek any the least drop of water to cool the torment of souls that know no peace. Even now I name two souls before you in the dark silence of my heart.
But their darkness is deeper still. They grieve, again, new life delivered silent into this world, a life that could have been but which lays still and breathless. She lays there, a little girl who will never know her mother’s soft cheek, her father’s protective embrace. Her parents will never watch her dark hair bounce in the sunlight as she runs across a playground.
How many times must they go through this? How long, O Lord, must they suffer and mourn? How long before their love embraces the new life you allow men and women to make from their love? How long before their hearts can hope and sing again?
I do not understand this. Why should those who abuse children, your little ones, be allowed to have them, and these two cannot, though love is their nature?
All we have are questions, pain, disappointment and the frustration of seeing you heal a child in response to her mother’s pleas. But we pled; many pled for the life of this one now lost. But there was no answer, or none we wanted.
What are we to do? Where are we to go? There is no one but you who can console the hearts of those who mourn, and there is no one who can hold this tiny, lifeless child in the arms of eternity’s grace. No one, but you.
So hold this child, Jesus, and hold us, too. Surround these parents with the comfort of a love that will not quit. For we will not stop insisting; we will not be turned away unsatisfied. Be for us the love you are. Make that love happen, here, now.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 14:21-28
Jesus left that place and withdrew to the region of Tyre and Sidon. And suddenly out came a Canaanite woman from that district and started shouting, 'Lord, Son of David, take pity on me. My daughter is tormented by a devil.' But he said not a word in answer to her. And his disciples went and pleaded with him, saying, 'Give her what she wants, because she keeps shouting after us.' He said in reply, 'I was sent only to the lost sheep of the House of Israel.' But the woman had come up and was bowing low before him. 'Lord,' she said, 'help me.' He replied, 'It is not fair to take the children's food and throw it to little dogs.' She retorted, 'Ah yes, Lord; but even little dogs eat the scraps that fall from their masters' table.' Then Jesus answered her, 'Woman, you have great faith. Let your desire be granted.' And from that moment her daughter was well again.
Prayer
But not everyone’s desire is granted, Jesus. Many cry to you in the heat of the hell they live. They seek any the least drop of water to cool the torment of souls that know no peace. Even now I name two souls before you in the dark silence of my heart.
But their darkness is deeper still. They grieve, again, new life delivered silent into this world, a life that could have been but which lays still and breathless. She lays there, a little girl who will never know her mother’s soft cheek, her father’s protective embrace. Her parents will never watch her dark hair bounce in the sunlight as she runs across a playground.
How many times must they go through this? How long, O Lord, must they suffer and mourn? How long before their love embraces the new life you allow men and women to make from their love? How long before their hearts can hope and sing again?
I do not understand this. Why should those who abuse children, your little ones, be allowed to have them, and these two cannot, though love is their nature?
All we have are questions, pain, disappointment and the frustration of seeing you heal a child in response to her mother’s pleas. But we pled; many pled for the life of this one now lost. But there was no answer, or none we wanted.
What are we to do? Where are we to go? There is no one but you who can console the hearts of those who mourn, and there is no one who can hold this tiny, lifeless child in the arms of eternity’s grace. No one, but you.
So hold this child, Jesus, and hold us, too. Surround these parents with the comfort of a love that will not quit. For we will not stop insisting; we will not be turned away unsatisfied. Be for us the love you are. Make that love happen, here, now.
Pr. David L. Miller
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 14:21-28
Jesus left that place and withdrew to the region of Tyre and Sidon. And suddenly out came a Canaanite woman from that district and started shouting, 'Lord, Son of David, take pity on me. My daughter is tormented by a devil.' But he said not a word in answer to her. And his disciples went and pleaded with him, saying, 'Give her what she wants, because she keeps shouting after us.' He said in reply, 'I was sent only to the lost sheep of the House of Israel.' But the woman had come up and was bowing low before him. 'Lord,' she said, 'help me.' He replied, 'It is not fair to take the children's food and throw it to little dogs.' She retorted, 'Ah yes, Lord; but even little dogs eat the scraps that fall from their masters' table.' Then Jesus answered her, 'Woman, you have great faith. Let your desire be granted.' And from that moment her daughter was well again.
Prayer
Did you mean it when you called her a dog, Jesus? Or was this play and a ploy? We play with words all the time, joking, mock insults, verbal jousting, all to see who can be most clever. Such banter is well understood among friends, the better the friend the more rapid the repartee.
But this woman was not your friend, Jesus. She was an outsider, an undesirable. She had no place at the table of God’s grace. The abundance of blessing intended for God’s chosen was not hers to claim. She could only skulk beneath the table hoping for a few crumbs.
I am not sure how this amounts to great faith. But I see the surprised pleasure and amazement on your face as you wheel about and proclaim the greatness of what is in her. That look is real to me as my fingers on these keys.
So, too, is the constancy and fidelity I see in her. She stays put even when it is hard, hoping even expecting that some good, some blessing, maybe even something amazing can yet happen.
And it does: Because even the crumbs from the table of your abundance are enough for us, whoever we are, wherever we go.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 14:21-28
Jesus left that place and withdrew to the region of Tyre and Sidon. And suddenly out came a Canaanite woman from that district and started shouting, 'Lord, Son of David, take pity on me. My daughter is tormented by a devil.' But he said not a word in answer to her. And his disciples went and pleaded with him, saying, 'Give her what she wants, because she keeps shouting after us.' He said in reply, 'I was sent only to the lost sheep of the House of Israel.' But the woman had come up and was bowing low before him. 'Lord,' she said, 'help me.' He replied, 'It is not fair to take the children's food and throw it to little dogs.' She retorted, 'Ah yes, Lord; but even little dogs eat the scraps that fall from their masters' table.' Then Jesus answered her, 'Woman, you have great faith. Let your desire be granted.' And from that moment her daughter was well again.
Prayer
Did you mean it when you called her a dog, Jesus? Or was this play and a ploy? We play with words all the time, joking, mock insults, verbal jousting, all to see who can be most clever. Such banter is well understood among friends, the better the friend the more rapid the repartee.
But this woman was not your friend, Jesus. She was an outsider, an undesirable. She had no place at the table of God’s grace. The abundance of blessing intended for God’s chosen was not hers to claim. She could only skulk beneath the table hoping for a few crumbs.
I am not sure how this amounts to great faith. But I see the surprised pleasure and amazement on your face as you wheel about and proclaim the greatness of what is in her. That look is real to me as my fingers on these keys.
So, too, is the constancy and fidelity I see in her. She stays put even when it is hard, hoping even expecting that some good, some blessing, maybe even something amazing can yet happen.
And it does: Because even the crumbs from the table of your abundance are enough for us, whoever we are, wherever we go.
Pr. David L. Miller
Monday, August 11, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 14:21-28
Jesus left that place and withdrew to the region of Tyre and Sidon. And suddenly out came a Canaanite woman from that district and started shouting, 'Lord, Son of David, take pity on me. My daughter is tormented by a devil.' But he said not a word in answer to her. And his disciples went and pleaded with him, saying, 'Give her what she wants, because she keeps shouting after us.' He said in reply, 'I was sent only to the lost sheep of the House of Israel.' But the woman had come up and was bowing low before him. 'Lord,' she said, 'help me.' He replied, 'It is not fair to take the children's food and throw it to little dogs.' She retorted, 'Ah yes, Lord; but even little dogs eat the scraps that fall from their masters' table.' Then Jesus answered her, 'Woman, you have great faith. Let your desire be granted.' And from that moment her daughter was well again.
Prayer
I love this woman, Jesus. She does nothing to deny the human state. To be human is to need, and there is no denial in her, no attempt to hide the crying want at the core of her being, no phony presumption, no charade.
You should recognize her need, Jesus. It is the same one that moved you. Her need is shaped by a burning love for a child, a child who could not know the abundance of life and joy you intend--that love and life we would deny ourselves to give to our little ones.
You know that love, Jesus. It is the purest fire of burning desire. And it this of which your heart is composed, unsullied by anything less.
It this why you toyed with her? To see if it were real in her, too? To draw from her depths what you suspected was there? To provoke a loving heart to reveal the love that is its life and pain?
I don’t know. But I am certain it is love that kept her pushing on despite your rebuff. It is love that considered personal insult of no consequence in the face of her beloved’s need. And it is love that knows that even the crumbs of God’s love are more than enough for us.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 14:21-28
Jesus left that place and withdrew to the region of Tyre and Sidon. And suddenly out came a Canaanite woman from that district and started shouting, 'Lord, Son of David, take pity on me. My daughter is tormented by a devil.' But he said not a word in answer to her. And his disciples went and pleaded with him, saying, 'Give her what she wants, because she keeps shouting after us.' He said in reply, 'I was sent only to the lost sheep of the House of Israel.' But the woman had come up and was bowing low before him. 'Lord,' she said, 'help me.' He replied, 'It is not fair to take the children's food and throw it to little dogs.' She retorted, 'Ah yes, Lord; but even little dogs eat the scraps that fall from their masters' table.' Then Jesus answered her, 'Woman, you have great faith. Let your desire be granted.' And from that moment her daughter was well again.
Prayer
I love this woman, Jesus. She does nothing to deny the human state. To be human is to need, and there is no denial in her, no attempt to hide the crying want at the core of her being, no phony presumption, no charade.
You should recognize her need, Jesus. It is the same one that moved you. Her need is shaped by a burning love for a child, a child who could not know the abundance of life and joy you intend--that love and life we would deny ourselves to give to our little ones.
You know that love, Jesus. It is the purest fire of burning desire. And it this of which your heart is composed, unsullied by anything less.
It this why you toyed with her? To see if it were real in her, too? To draw from her depths what you suspected was there? To provoke a loving heart to reveal the love that is its life and pain?
I don’t know. But I am certain it is love that kept her pushing on despite your rebuff. It is love that considered personal insult of no consequence in the face of her beloved’s need. And it is love that knows that even the crumbs of God’s love are more than enough for us.
Pr. David L. Miller
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Tuesday, August 6, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 14:22-27
And at once he made the disciples get into the boat and go on ahead to the other side while he sent the crowds away. After sending the crowds away he went up into the hills by himself to pray. When evening came, he was there alone, while the boat, by now some furlongs from land, was hard pressed by rough waves, for there was a head-wind. In the fourth watch of the night he came towards them, walking on the sea, and when the disciples saw him walking on the sea they were terrified. 'It is a ghost,' they said, and cried out in fear. But at once Jesus called out to them, saying, 'Courage! It's me! Don't be afraid.'
Prayer
You must have said it, Jesus. The words are so real, immediate and convincing, “It’s me! Don’t be afraid.”
I hear the echo of other voices, familiar and near. “Don’t be afraid, Benjamin. It’s Grandma. Nothing is going to hurt you. I’ve got you now.”
Simple words these, the kind one speaks to a frightened child who wakes to find himself in an unfamiliar bed. We speak them quickly but softly to dissipate fear. Distress must not endure for more than a moment, not for our beloved.
And these are words spoken to a beloved whose safety and joy are the delight of our heart.
So tell me, Jesus, is becoming a grandfather merely a giant ruse you use to teach me love--and to show me how you love me?
If so, it works pretty well. Thank you.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 14:22-27
And at once he made the disciples get into the boat and go on ahead to the other side while he sent the crowds away. After sending the crowds away he went up into the hills by himself to pray. When evening came, he was there alone, while the boat, by now some furlongs from land, was hard pressed by rough waves, for there was a head-wind. In the fourth watch of the night he came towards them, walking on the sea, and when the disciples saw him walking on the sea they were terrified. 'It is a ghost,' they said, and cried out in fear. But at once Jesus called out to them, saying, 'Courage! It's me! Don't be afraid.'
Prayer
You must have said it, Jesus. The words are so real, immediate and convincing, “It’s me! Don’t be afraid.”
I hear the echo of other voices, familiar and near. “Don’t be afraid, Benjamin. It’s Grandma. Nothing is going to hurt you. I’ve got you now.”
Simple words these, the kind one speaks to a frightened child who wakes to find himself in an unfamiliar bed. We speak them quickly but softly to dissipate fear. Distress must not endure for more than a moment, not for our beloved.
And these are words spoken to a beloved whose safety and joy are the delight of our heart.
So tell me, Jesus, is becoming a grandfather merely a giant ruse you use to teach me love--and to show me how you love me?
If so, it works pretty well. Thank you.
Pr. David L. Miller
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Monday, August 5, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 14:22-27
And at once he made the disciples get into the boat and go on ahead to the other side while he sent the crowds away. After sending the crowds away he went up into the hills by himself to pray. When evening came, he was there alone, while the boat, by now some furlongs from land, was hard pressed by rough waves, for there was a head-wind. In the fourth watch of the night he came towards them, walking on the sea, and when the disciples saw him walking on the sea they were terrified. 'It is a ghost,' they said, and cried out in fear. But at once Jesus called out to them, saying, 'Courage! It's me! Don't be afraid.'
Prayer
The contrast catches me, Jesus. You abide in solitude; your friends are caught in the wind, rowing hard, making little headway. You rest; they work. You are at peace; they are slaves to fruitless labor. One might say you are a slacker compared with them, disappearing when there’s work to be done.
Still, I’d rather be with you. I weary of straining against the wind, even when I think I am doing so for you.
Much of the fight and struggle was worn out of me years ago. Now, I want to rest in the places where you are near to me, even as you sought the face of the Loving Mystery in private. You fled the noise of human assembly that you might hear that gentle inner stirring that told you who you are and what you are to do.
I long for that silence with you. It is the source of such courage and hope as I have. And it strikes me that your command, “courage,” comes out of the silence. It is spoken from a quiet heart that knows the Silent Presence in whom all things are. Listening in the silence, you know what we need to know: threat is illusion; fear is fantasy, for we are enveloped in an all-confounding Love whom we cannot name.
That’s what you knew in the silence. I hunger to know it as well as you.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 14:22-27
And at once he made the disciples get into the boat and go on ahead to the other side while he sent the crowds away. After sending the crowds away he went up into the hills by himself to pray. When evening came, he was there alone, while the boat, by now some furlongs from land, was hard pressed by rough waves, for there was a head-wind. In the fourth watch of the night he came towards them, walking on the sea, and when the disciples saw him walking on the sea they were terrified. 'It is a ghost,' they said, and cried out in fear. But at once Jesus called out to them, saying, 'Courage! It's me! Don't be afraid.'
Prayer
The contrast catches me, Jesus. You abide in solitude; your friends are caught in the wind, rowing hard, making little headway. You rest; they work. You are at peace; they are slaves to fruitless labor. One might say you are a slacker compared with them, disappearing when there’s work to be done.
Still, I’d rather be with you. I weary of straining against the wind, even when I think I am doing so for you.
Much of the fight and struggle was worn out of me years ago. Now, I want to rest in the places where you are near to me, even as you sought the face of the Loving Mystery in private. You fled the noise of human assembly that you might hear that gentle inner stirring that told you who you are and what you are to do.
I long for that silence with you. It is the source of such courage and hope as I have. And it strikes me that your command, “courage,” comes out of the silence. It is spoken from a quiet heart that knows the Silent Presence in whom all things are. Listening in the silence, you know what we need to know: threat is illusion; fear is fantasy, for we are enveloped in an all-confounding Love whom we cannot name.
That’s what you knew in the silence. I hunger to know it as well as you.
Pr. David L. Miller
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 14:15-21
When evening came, the disciples went to him and said, 'This is a lonely place, and time has slipped by; so send the people away, and they can go to the villages to buy themselves some food.' Jesus replied, 'There is no need for them to go: give them something to eat yourselves.' But they answered, 'All we have with us is five loaves and two fish.' So he said, 'Bring them here to me.' He gave orders that the people were to sit down on the grass; then he took the five loaves and the two fish, raised his eyes to heaven and said the blessing. And breaking the loaves he handed them to his disciples, who gave them to the crowds. They all ate as much as they wanted, and they collected the scraps left over, twelve baskets full. Now about five thousand men had eaten, to say nothing of women and children.
Prayer
You gave the bread and fish to your companions. The bread is in our hands, Jesus. You give us the substance of your life to be shared with those who hunger.
We hunger, Jesus. We are the hungry crowd and the hands who distribute your fullness. Both. At once. And we never cease to hunger for very long. We never stop wanting and needing to be fed. We receive your life and love only to grow empty and hollow at heart again.
We need those with eager hands who can give us the substance of your life that the vitality of your joyous freedom and abundance may fill us. Filled and lifted into life, you make our hands eager to share the bounty we find in you. And then we hunger again and await your great giving.
We live in a great circle of hunger, sharing and life that continues for us as long as we draw breath. And it all starts and ends in you. It begins in the splendid abundance of your divine generosity. It ends, finally, in the fullness of life when we will hunger no more.
But for now, never let us forget our state. We have no life in ourselves without you. Apart from your nearness joy and vitality quickly fade. We hunger and we need. We receive and we share. That is how the circle works. So let us never deny our need or the hands and places that feed us.
It is blessed way you make for us, Jesus. For even our crying and wants and needs are holy. They lead us to you. Blessed is the want, holy the hunger that drags me home.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 14:15-21
When evening came, the disciples went to him and said, 'This is a lonely place, and time has slipped by; so send the people away, and they can go to the villages to buy themselves some food.' Jesus replied, 'There is no need for them to go: give them something to eat yourselves.' But they answered, 'All we have with us is five loaves and two fish.' So he said, 'Bring them here to me.' He gave orders that the people were to sit down on the grass; then he took the five loaves and the two fish, raised his eyes to heaven and said the blessing. And breaking the loaves he handed them to his disciples, who gave them to the crowds. They all ate as much as they wanted, and they collected the scraps left over, twelve baskets full. Now about five thousand men had eaten, to say nothing of women and children.
Prayer
You gave the bread and fish to your companions. The bread is in our hands, Jesus. You give us the substance of your life to be shared with those who hunger.
We hunger, Jesus. We are the hungry crowd and the hands who distribute your fullness. Both. At once. And we never cease to hunger for very long. We never stop wanting and needing to be fed. We receive your life and love only to grow empty and hollow at heart again.
We need those with eager hands who can give us the substance of your life that the vitality of your joyous freedom and abundance may fill us. Filled and lifted into life, you make our hands eager to share the bounty we find in you. And then we hunger again and await your great giving.
We live in a great circle of hunger, sharing and life that continues for us as long as we draw breath. And it all starts and ends in you. It begins in the splendid abundance of your divine generosity. It ends, finally, in the fullness of life when we will hunger no more.
But for now, never let us forget our state. We have no life in ourselves without you. Apart from your nearness joy and vitality quickly fade. We hunger and we need. We receive and we share. That is how the circle works. So let us never deny our need or the hands and places that feed us.
It is blessed way you make for us, Jesus. For even our crying and wants and needs are holy. They lead us to you. Blessed is the want, holy the hunger that drags me home.
Pr. David L. Miller
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 14:15-21
When evening came, the disciples went to him and said, 'This is a lonely place, and time has slipped by; so send the people away, and they can go to the villages to buy themselves some food.' Jesus replied, 'There is no need for them to go: give them something to eat yourselves.' But they answered, 'All we have with us is five loaves and two fish.' So he said, 'Bring them here to me.' He gave orders that the people were to sit down on the grass; then he took the five loaves and the two fish, raised his eyes to heaven and said the blessing. And breaking the loaves he handed them to his disciples, who gave them to the crowds. They all ate as much as they wanted, and they collected the scraps left over, twelve baskets full. Now about five thousand men had eaten, to say nothing of women and children.
Prayer
‘Bring them to me.’ Are there any more gracious words you might say to us, Jesus? I know of none.
But I want to bring you not bread or fish, but me. I bring myself to you. Do what you will with what I am and have.
I see your hands as you receive the bread, the fish. Dust folds into the creases of your palms. Calluses cracked and brown frame your fingers. These are hands that have been outdoors most of your years, far from Mary’s watchful eye.
There is no hurry in you as you receive the gifts; no anxiety possesses or consumes your heart. There is time for grace and gratitude, reverence and love for the gifts of earth that lie gentle in your open hands, hands that know how to receive without grasping.
Looking to heaven, you bless bread, yes. But you bless God more, for the rich goodness of earth and the secret intimacy at your depths which you are soon to reveal.
How can I not love you? You are a portrait of the Holy Mystery that lies hidden also in my soul. It waits for you to bless me and release the beauty of the loving grace I see as I watch you.
So I deliver myself into your hands in obedience to your command, ‘Bring them to me.’ Receive and bless me with grace and gratitude, reverence and love, then hand me to the world that your beloved may eat.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 14:15-21
When evening came, the disciples went to him and said, 'This is a lonely place, and time has slipped by; so send the people away, and they can go to the villages to buy themselves some food.' Jesus replied, 'There is no need for them to go: give them something to eat yourselves.' But they answered, 'All we have with us is five loaves and two fish.' So he said, 'Bring them here to me.' He gave orders that the people were to sit down on the grass; then he took the five loaves and the two fish, raised his eyes to heaven and said the blessing. And breaking the loaves he handed them to his disciples, who gave them to the crowds. They all ate as much as they wanted, and they collected the scraps left over, twelve baskets full. Now about five thousand men had eaten, to say nothing of women and children.
Prayer
‘Bring them to me.’ Are there any more gracious words you might say to us, Jesus? I know of none.
But I want to bring you not bread or fish, but me. I bring myself to you. Do what you will with what I am and have.
I see your hands as you receive the bread, the fish. Dust folds into the creases of your palms. Calluses cracked and brown frame your fingers. These are hands that have been outdoors most of your years, far from Mary’s watchful eye.
There is no hurry in you as you receive the gifts; no anxiety possesses or consumes your heart. There is time for grace and gratitude, reverence and love for the gifts of earth that lie gentle in your open hands, hands that know how to receive without grasping.
Looking to heaven, you bless bread, yes. But you bless God more, for the rich goodness of earth and the secret intimacy at your depths which you are soon to reveal.
How can I not love you? You are a portrait of the Holy Mystery that lies hidden also in my soul. It waits for you to bless me and release the beauty of the loving grace I see as I watch you.
So I deliver myself into your hands in obedience to your command, ‘Bring them to me.’ Receive and bless me with grace and gratitude, reverence and love, then hand me to the world that your beloved may eat.
Pr. David L. Miller
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 14:15-17
When evening came, the disciples went to him and said, 'This is a lonely place, and time has slipped by; so send the people away, and they can go to the villages to buy themselves some food.' Jesus replied, 'There is no need for them to go: give them something to eat yourselves.' But they answered, 'All we have with us is five loaves and two fish.'
Prayer
‘All’ the word rings in my mind from too many speakings.
So it is, my Brother, we are possessed by our insufficiency. All I have is … . The message is clear. I haven’t enough. It is too little, too small, too weak to do what is needed.
The words mirror our souls. We spend our days looking at ourselves, reinforcing our fears. And our fears intensify our focus on our smallness. It is all a self-reinforcing circle.
If only we looked first to you, Jesus, we would see the lavishness of your love and break free from the circle of our anxieties. Our hearts would no longer be possessed by our insufficiency. Instead, we’d ask, ‘What would you have us do with the gifts you have put in our hands? Where will your unbounded love take us? What does it move us to be and to do?
You call us far beyond, ‘All we have … ’ to ‘this you have given; … what now?’
That question leads to adventures of which we can’t see the ending. Except we trust and know: It all ends in you, in the love you are.
So free us from our insufficiency. Set our eyes on the all-sufficiency of a love that possesses our every moment.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 14:15-17
When evening came, the disciples went to him and said, 'This is a lonely place, and time has slipped by; so send the people away, and they can go to the villages to buy themselves some food.' Jesus replied, 'There is no need for them to go: give them something to eat yourselves.' But they answered, 'All we have with us is five loaves and two fish.'
Prayer
‘All’ the word rings in my mind from too many speakings.
So it is, my Brother, we are possessed by our insufficiency. All I have is … . The message is clear. I haven’t enough. It is too little, too small, too weak to do what is needed.
The words mirror our souls. We spend our days looking at ourselves, reinforcing our fears. And our fears intensify our focus on our smallness. It is all a self-reinforcing circle.
If only we looked first to you, Jesus, we would see the lavishness of your love and break free from the circle of our anxieties. Our hearts would no longer be possessed by our insufficiency. Instead, we’d ask, ‘What would you have us do with the gifts you have put in our hands? Where will your unbounded love take us? What does it move us to be and to do?
You call us far beyond, ‘All we have … ’ to ‘this you have given; … what now?’
That question leads to adventures of which we can’t see the ending. Except we trust and know: It all ends in you, in the love you are.
So free us from our insufficiency. Set our eyes on the all-sufficiency of a love that possesses our every moment.
Pr. David L. Miller
Monday, July 28, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 14:13-14
When Jesus received this news he withdrew by boat to a lonely place where they could be by themselves. But the crowds heard of this and, leaving the towns, went after him on foot. So as he stepped ashore he saw a large crowd; and he took pity on them and healed their sick.
Prayer
A mystery rests in our souls, Jesus. No, the mystery is our soul. It is the mystery of desire, of wanting.
We are fashioned around a center of burning want that no act of will or discipline can escape or deny. We are our want.
That is how the Loving Mystery created us. You made us to want, and our desire is the most beautiful thing about us. It is also the most ugly and frightening when it turns from its intended object.
Our inescapable inborn desire insists on relationship and nurture from our mothers when we are infants. It moves us to crave the human nearness that provides protection of body and spirit. Desire drags us from isolation into the lives, hearts and arms of others so that we may be truly human.
Want also moves us to you, Jesus. There are a several reasons why a first century crowd in Palestine might have sought you: curiosity, fear of the diseases that haunted their families, hunger, anger at the political forces that oppressed them.
But beneath and preceding all such historical reasons is this desire, this want for more that moves us to seek that which satisfies the heart, gives it rest and fulfills its purpose. We didn’t create this craving. You did. We cannot slake this desire. You can.
So we come to you as did the crowds: wanting. Seldom can we give a name to our desire. We only know that we need you. So we come. Let us know you that our hearts may find healing and home.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 14:13-14
When Jesus received this news he withdrew by boat to a lonely place where they could be by themselves. But the crowds heard of this and, leaving the towns, went after him on foot. So as he stepped ashore he saw a large crowd; and he took pity on them and healed their sick.
Prayer
A mystery rests in our souls, Jesus. No, the mystery is our soul. It is the mystery of desire, of wanting.
We are fashioned around a center of burning want that no act of will or discipline can escape or deny. We are our want.
That is how the Loving Mystery created us. You made us to want, and our desire is the most beautiful thing about us. It is also the most ugly and frightening when it turns from its intended object.
Our inescapable inborn desire insists on relationship and nurture from our mothers when we are infants. It moves us to crave the human nearness that provides protection of body and spirit. Desire drags us from isolation into the lives, hearts and arms of others so that we may be truly human.
Want also moves us to you, Jesus. There are a several reasons why a first century crowd in Palestine might have sought you: curiosity, fear of the diseases that haunted their families, hunger, anger at the political forces that oppressed them.
But beneath and preceding all such historical reasons is this desire, this want for more that moves us to seek that which satisfies the heart, gives it rest and fulfills its purpose. We didn’t create this craving. You did. We cannot slake this desire. You can.
So we come to you as did the crowds: wanting. Seldom can we give a name to our desire. We only know that we need you. So we come. Let us know you that our hearts may find healing and home.
Pr. David L. Miller
Friday, July 25, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 13:47-51
'Again, the kingdom of Heaven is like a dragnet that is cast in the sea and brings in a haul of all kinds of fish. When it is full, the fishermen bring it ashore; then, sitting down, they collected the good ones in baskets and throw away those that are no use. This is how it will be at the end of time: the angels will appear and separate the wicked from the upright, to throw them into the blazing furnace, where there will be weeping and grinding of teeth. 'Have you understood all these?' They said, 'Yes.'
Prayer
There is no doubt, Jesus; I am more comfortable with the net than the fire. I like your seeking but fear your judgment.
Your seeking consoles me, and it makes sense of this restless soul, ever hungry for a connection it cannot make. Yes, your seeking I know. It is a fever in my blood, a deep yearning in my bones. And it is you, your Spirit seeking and drawing me home.
You cast your net wide to capture the very soul of the universe you have made, a universe alive with your soul, your breath. As am I.
But at the fullness of time not all enter the joy of your nearness, not all enjoy the connection of their heart with your own, not all finally come home to you the source of their soul. And this is sadness.
Sometimes I think it is a sadness you will not bear, that at the end you will have all that is and all will know the joy for which you intended them. Everything will come to the fullness of your life, and you will not allow any to be lost. That’s what I want. But you seem to say I am wrong.
Still, I pray for the salvation of all that is. I pray for the total joy of your universe and every soul in it.
I pray not only for others, but for myself. For all too well, I know: parts of me are not good or upright. Wickedness remains in this soul. So I pray, have your way Jesus. Save us all and all of us.
In all things, may your mercy prevail.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 13:47-51
'Again, the kingdom of Heaven is like a dragnet that is cast in the sea and brings in a haul of all kinds of fish. When it is full, the fishermen bring it ashore; then, sitting down, they collected the good ones in baskets and throw away those that are no use. This is how it will be at the end of time: the angels will appear and separate the wicked from the upright, to throw them into the blazing furnace, where there will be weeping and grinding of teeth. 'Have you understood all these?' They said, 'Yes.'
Prayer
There is no doubt, Jesus; I am more comfortable with the net than the fire. I like your seeking but fear your judgment.
Your seeking consoles me, and it makes sense of this restless soul, ever hungry for a connection it cannot make. Yes, your seeking I know. It is a fever in my blood, a deep yearning in my bones. And it is you, your Spirit seeking and drawing me home.
You cast your net wide to capture the very soul of the universe you have made, a universe alive with your soul, your breath. As am I.
But at the fullness of time not all enter the joy of your nearness, not all enjoy the connection of their heart with your own, not all finally come home to you the source of their soul. And this is sadness.
Sometimes I think it is a sadness you will not bear, that at the end you will have all that is and all will know the joy for which you intended them. Everything will come to the fullness of your life, and you will not allow any to be lost. That’s what I want. But you seem to say I am wrong.
Still, I pray for the salvation of all that is. I pray for the total joy of your universe and every soul in it.
I pray not only for others, but for myself. For all too well, I know: parts of me are not good or upright. Wickedness remains in this soul. So I pray, have your way Jesus. Save us all and all of us.
In all things, may your mercy prevail.
Pr. David L. Miller
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 13:44-46
'The kingdom of Heaven is like treasure hidden in a field which someone has found; he hides it again, goes off in his joy, sells everything he owns and buys the field. 'Again, the kingdom of Heaven is like a merchant looking for fine pearls; when he finds one of great value he goes and sells everything he owns and buys it.
Prayer
We all give our substance for something, Jesus. We surrender what is of lesser value to possess life, or at least what our heart imagines will give us life. But if we don’t have you, our desires have taken us on a road to nowhere.
You are the treasure in the field. You are the pearl of great price. You are the life of all that lives. You are the satisfaction of our heart’s desire.
To belong to you, to your rule, is dwell in the embrace of the Love from whom all things burst into being. It is to know satisfaction for the soul’s restless craving for more.
I can never know you enough. I remain ever dissatisfied--and will, until every part of me is saturated with the knowledge of you.
Lead me. Take my feet to the places where I meet and know you as well as this soul can. I grow weary of the longing for more, more love, more life, more hope, more freedom, more of you. Take me there and give me the unfettered freedom to throw my life into your embrace.
My heart craves a treasure not made with hands. And there is still so much I have yet to give you before I can truly live. How the heart aches to be given away for that which is true treasure.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 13:44-46
'The kingdom of Heaven is like treasure hidden in a field which someone has found; he hides it again, goes off in his joy, sells everything he owns and buys the field. 'Again, the kingdom of Heaven is like a merchant looking for fine pearls; when he finds one of great value he goes and sells everything he owns and buys it.
Prayer
We all give our substance for something, Jesus. We surrender what is of lesser value to possess life, or at least what our heart imagines will give us life. But if we don’t have you, our desires have taken us on a road to nowhere.
You are the treasure in the field. You are the pearl of great price. You are the life of all that lives. You are the satisfaction of our heart’s desire.
To belong to you, to your rule, is dwell in the embrace of the Love from whom all things burst into being. It is to know satisfaction for the soul’s restless craving for more.
I can never know you enough. I remain ever dissatisfied--and will, until every part of me is saturated with the knowledge of you.
Lead me. Take my feet to the places where I meet and know you as well as this soul can. I grow weary of the longing for more, more love, more life, more hope, more freedom, more of you. Take me there and give me the unfettered freedom to throw my life into your embrace.
My heart craves a treasure not made with hands. And there is still so much I have yet to give you before I can truly live. How the heart aches to be given away for that which is true treasure.
Pr. David L. Miller
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
July 22, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 13:31-33
He put another parable before them, 'The kingdom of Heaven is like a mustard seed which a man took and sowed in his field. It is the smallest of all the seeds, but when it has grown it is the biggest of shrubs and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the air can come and shelter in its branches. He told them another parable, 'The kingdom of Heaven is like the yeast a woman took and mixed in with three measures of flour till it was leavened all through.
Prayer
You do not care much for appearances, do you Jesus? The large, the impressive, the great, the unusual--these categories hold little attraction for you.
You are captured by the small, the insignificant, the weak, the unimpressive and unpromising. For you the small is great; the weak are strong; the insignificant holds the secret of the universe.
And what is more insignificant than an iterant preacher who is arrested, taken from his rag tag followers, and executed by the authorities under the absurd charge of sedition? Certainly, you were small, insignificant in the world of the powerful and important, and weak, having no force but your words.
You sowed those words, and they could not be killed, not then or now. They took root and grew into a harvest of faith, of hope and love in the life of the world and the soil of our souls.
Nothing can kill this seed and the verdant growth of eternal life they produce even now in our lives. I don’t know Jesus: is our faith the tree that grows from your seed, giving rest to our sols and the lives of all who find shelter in your love growing with us?
Or is the tree that grows your kingdom, your rule, in which we and all life is invited to find shelter. Perhaps both ideas work.
I know only that the seed that was sown grows, and it provides shelter for this soul, a soul in which others, too, have found rest and shelter. And that thought makes me smile, for I know that your seed has had its way also in me.
May it always be so … that your joy and mine may be complete.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 13:31-33
He put another parable before them, 'The kingdom of Heaven is like a mustard seed which a man took and sowed in his field. It is the smallest of all the seeds, but when it has grown it is the biggest of shrubs and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the air can come and shelter in its branches. He told them another parable, 'The kingdom of Heaven is like the yeast a woman took and mixed in with three measures of flour till it was leavened all through.
Prayer
You do not care much for appearances, do you Jesus? The large, the impressive, the great, the unusual--these categories hold little attraction for you.
You are captured by the small, the insignificant, the weak, the unimpressive and unpromising. For you the small is great; the weak are strong; the insignificant holds the secret of the universe.
And what is more insignificant than an iterant preacher who is arrested, taken from his rag tag followers, and executed by the authorities under the absurd charge of sedition? Certainly, you were small, insignificant in the world of the powerful and important, and weak, having no force but your words.
You sowed those words, and they could not be killed, not then or now. They took root and grew into a harvest of faith, of hope and love in the life of the world and the soil of our souls.
Nothing can kill this seed and the verdant growth of eternal life they produce even now in our lives. I don’t know Jesus: is our faith the tree that grows from your seed, giving rest to our sols and the lives of all who find shelter in your love growing with us?
Or is the tree that grows your kingdom, your rule, in which we and all life is invited to find shelter. Perhaps both ideas work.
I know only that the seed that was sown grows, and it provides shelter for this soul, a soul in which others, too, have found rest and shelter. And that thought makes me smile, for I know that your seed has had its way also in me.
May it always be so … that your joy and mine may be complete.
Pr. David L. Miller
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 13:36-43
Then, leaving the crowds, he went to the house; and his disciples came to him and said, 'Explain to us the parable about the darnel in the field.' He said in reply, 'The sower of the good seed is the Son of man. The field is the world; the good seed is the subjects of the kingdom; the darnel, the subjects of the Evil One; the enemy who sowed it, the devil; the harvest is the end of the world; the reapers are the angels. Well then, just as the darnel is gathered up and burnt in the fire, so it will be at the end of time. The Son of man will send his angels and they will gather out of his kingdom all causes of falling and all who do evil, and throw them into the blazing furnace, where there will be weeping and grinding of teeth. Then the upright will shine like the sun in the kingdom of their Father. Anyone who has ears should listen!
Prayer
We await your promise, Jesus. You will complete what you have started, and all that causes falling and all that is evil will be gone.
We can’t imagine such a world. We watch the morning news, and we know: If it bleeds, it leads. Headline news is tragic news, bad news, sorrowful news, news laced with tears and struggle. That’s what first attracts our attention and too much of our conversation.
But you invite another way. Amid the bad news, amid the struggle of living entangled in the life’s inevitable weeds, raise your eyes and hope. Raise your hopes and praise. Raise your praise to the sower of the seed. For even now the seed pushes and strains to the harvest--even in the depths of your soul.
That one, the Holy Mystery, the Loving God, will bring in a harvest of life beyond imagining. Even now it stirs in your heart. Rejoice, there is nothing to fear. The harvest comes.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 13:36-43
Then, leaving the crowds, he went to the house; and his disciples came to him and said, 'Explain to us the parable about the darnel in the field.' He said in reply, 'The sower of the good seed is the Son of man. The field is the world; the good seed is the subjects of the kingdom; the darnel, the subjects of the Evil One; the enemy who sowed it, the devil; the harvest is the end of the world; the reapers are the angels. Well then, just as the darnel is gathered up and burnt in the fire, so it will be at the end of time. The Son of man will send his angels and they will gather out of his kingdom all causes of falling and all who do evil, and throw them into the blazing furnace, where there will be weeping and grinding of teeth. Then the upright will shine like the sun in the kingdom of their Father. Anyone who has ears should listen!
Prayer
We await your promise, Jesus. You will complete what you have started, and all that causes falling and all that is evil will be gone.
We can’t imagine such a world. We watch the morning news, and we know: If it bleeds, it leads. Headline news is tragic news, bad news, sorrowful news, news laced with tears and struggle. That’s what first attracts our attention and too much of our conversation.
But you invite another way. Amid the bad news, amid the struggle of living entangled in the life’s inevitable weeds, raise your eyes and hope. Raise your hopes and praise. Raise your praise to the sower of the seed. For even now the seed pushes and strains to the harvest--even in the depths of your soul.
That one, the Holy Mystery, the Loving God, will bring in a harvest of life beyond imagining. Even now it stirs in your heart. Rejoice, there is nothing to fear. The harvest comes.
Pr. David L. Miller
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
July 16, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 13:36-43
Then, leaving the crowds, he went to the house; and his disciples came to him and said, 'Explain to us the parable about the darnel in the field.' He said in reply, 'The sower of the good seed is the Son of man. The field is the world; the good seed is the subjects of the kingdom; the darnel, the subjects of the Evil One; the enemy who sowed it, the devil; the harvest is the end of the world; the reapers are the angels. Well then, just as the darnel is gathered up and burnt in the fire, so it will be at the end of time. The Son of man will send his angels and they will gather out of his kingdom all causes of falling and all who do evil, and throw them into the blazing furnace, where there will be weeping and grinding of teeth. Then the upright will shine like the sun in the kingdom of their Father. Anyone who has ears should listen!
Prayer
Judgment comes, but not just at the end of the age. It comes now.
It arrives with each moment of awareness in which I realize (again) that I have not lived the love which you sow in the soil of this soul. I have judged harshly, contributing to the great volume of hard-hearted lovelessness that fills the world, turning our teeth on edge and teaching (again) that distrust is wisdom and suspicion is prudent. All of which leaves us poorer.
The seed you sow is good. It grows into a harvest of beautiful soul and gracious care for your world. Like waves of wheat swaying in the wind, we are your growing field, swaying with the currents of your Spirit, a gorgeous dance of life and love. And yet, the darnel, the weeds are sown in our souls, too. And too soon we depart the dance and march to the beat of our anger, fear and woundedness, contributing poisonous fruit to a world already toxic.
So are we, Jesus, those to be gathered in the fire for burning? Or will the seed of your life grow despite the weeds? May we yet be the fruit of your good seed, shining like the sun? What have you to say to us, the mixed fruit?
Water the seed, you say. It will grow into the beauty of my harvest, and you will know it in yourselves. Listen. The power of my love is in the seed.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 13:36-43
Then, leaving the crowds, he went to the house; and his disciples came to him and said, 'Explain to us the parable about the darnel in the field.' He said in reply, 'The sower of the good seed is the Son of man. The field is the world; the good seed is the subjects of the kingdom; the darnel, the subjects of the Evil One; the enemy who sowed it, the devil; the harvest is the end of the world; the reapers are the angels. Well then, just as the darnel is gathered up and burnt in the fire, so it will be at the end of time. The Son of man will send his angels and they will gather out of his kingdom all causes of falling and all who do evil, and throw them into the blazing furnace, where there will be weeping and grinding of teeth. Then the upright will shine like the sun in the kingdom of their Father. Anyone who has ears should listen!
Prayer
Judgment comes, but not just at the end of the age. It comes now.
It arrives with each moment of awareness in which I realize (again) that I have not lived the love which you sow in the soil of this soul. I have judged harshly, contributing to the great volume of hard-hearted lovelessness that fills the world, turning our teeth on edge and teaching (again) that distrust is wisdom and suspicion is prudent. All of which leaves us poorer.
The seed you sow is good. It grows into a harvest of beautiful soul and gracious care for your world. Like waves of wheat swaying in the wind, we are your growing field, swaying with the currents of your Spirit, a gorgeous dance of life and love. And yet, the darnel, the weeds are sown in our souls, too. And too soon we depart the dance and march to the beat of our anger, fear and woundedness, contributing poisonous fruit to a world already toxic.
So are we, Jesus, those to be gathered in the fire for burning? Or will the seed of your life grow despite the weeds? May we yet be the fruit of your good seed, shining like the sun? What have you to say to us, the mixed fruit?
Water the seed, you say. It will grow into the beauty of my harvest, and you will know it in yourselves. Listen. The power of my love is in the seed.
Pr. David L. Miller
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 13:1-9
[Jesus] put another parable before them, 'The kingdom of Heaven may be compared to a man who sowed good seed in his field. While everybody was asleep his enemy came, sowed darnel all among the wheat, and made off. When the new wheat sprouted and ripened, then the darnel appeared as well. The owner's laborers went to him and said, "Sir, was it not good seed that you sowed in your field? If so, where does the darnel come from?" He said to them, "Some enemy has done this." And the laborers said, "Do you want us to go and weed it out?" But he said, "No, because when you weed out the darnel you might pull up the wheat with it. Let them both grow till the harvest; and at harvest time I shall say to the reapers: First collect the darnel and tie it in bundles to be burnt, then gather the wheat into my barn."
Prayer
I listen, Jesus, and you ask me a question: How do you see?
Your meaning is clear enough. Do you see the beauty of the wheat swaying in the wind, having burst from the cramped confines of the seed? Or do you see the weeds blemishing the scene, unwelcome interruptions amid the tall grain aglow in summer sun.
Perhaps you see both. But if so, does your heart brim with hope as you celebrate the promise of the seed’s growth, or does the presence of weeds spoil it for you? Do your eyes move more quickly to the ugly tangle of ragged weeds than to the beauty of life and hope?
How do you see? You ask again. And your meaning is clear.
You call me to repent and see as you see. You invite us to enter the world of your kingdom, eager to witness your beauty amid the tangled raggedness of life.
And seeing, we rest in the hope. For the seed of your gracious rule will grow into its proper harvest, in us and in our world, in us. Joy lies ever at hand for those who perceive it.
So open our eyes, Lord.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 13:1-9
[Jesus] put another parable before them, 'The kingdom of Heaven may be compared to a man who sowed good seed in his field. While everybody was asleep his enemy came, sowed darnel all among the wheat, and made off. When the new wheat sprouted and ripened, then the darnel appeared as well. The owner's laborers went to him and said, "Sir, was it not good seed that you sowed in your field? If so, where does the darnel come from?" He said to them, "Some enemy has done this." And the laborers said, "Do you want us to go and weed it out?" But he said, "No, because when you weed out the darnel you might pull up the wheat with it. Let them both grow till the harvest; and at harvest time I shall say to the reapers: First collect the darnel and tie it in bundles to be burnt, then gather the wheat into my barn."
Prayer
I listen, Jesus, and you ask me a question: How do you see?
Your meaning is clear enough. Do you see the beauty of the wheat swaying in the wind, having burst from the cramped confines of the seed? Or do you see the weeds blemishing the scene, unwelcome interruptions amid the tall grain aglow in summer sun.
Perhaps you see both. But if so, does your heart brim with hope as you celebrate the promise of the seed’s growth, or does the presence of weeds spoil it for you? Do your eyes move more quickly to the ugly tangle of ragged weeds than to the beauty of life and hope?
How do you see? You ask again. And your meaning is clear.
You call me to repent and see as you see. You invite us to enter the world of your kingdom, eager to witness your beauty amid the tangled raggedness of life.
And seeing, we rest in the hope. For the seed of your gracious rule will grow into its proper harvest, in us and in our world, in us. Joy lies ever at hand for those who perceive it.
So open our eyes, Lord.
Pr. David L. Miller
Monday, July 14, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 13:1-9
[Jesus] put another parable before them, 'The kingdom of Heaven may be compared to a man who sowed good seed in his field. While everybody was asleep his enemy came, sowed darnel all among the wheat, and made off. When the new wheat sprouted and ripened, then the darnel appeared as well. The owner's laborers went to him and said, "Sir, was it not good seed that you sowed in your field? If so, where does the darnel come from?" He said to them, "Some enemy has done this." And the laborers said, "Do you want us to go and weed it out?" But he said, "No, because when you weed out the darnel you might pull up the wheat with it. Let them both grow till the harvest; and at harvest time I shall say to the reapers: First collect the darnel and tie it in bundles to be burnt, then gather the wheat into my barn."
Prayer
Ever-Present Grace, this is how I shall name you this morning. I have no names suitable for you. The best I can do is to speak what you are to me, and thus to know you in the speaking. And you are Ever-Present Grace.
You also are a sower. Every second you sow seeds of faith and love in our lives, yielding a harvest of freedom and joy. But our moments also sow seeds of cynicism, fear and hard-heartedness.
In the supremacy of your divine freedom, you create us to bear the seed of your life to fruition, growing into the full harvest of what you intend for us. We do not know what that is. It lies hidden in the seed. We know only that we will bear resemblance to our brother, Jesus, glistening with the compassion of your divine grace.
And this is all your doing, Loving Mystery. You are the mysterious power of the seed, and I take courage I this.
For, I look at the tangled snarl of my life, unable to determine with confidence what is good and what is not, what is your seed and what yields the foul fruit of cynicism and fear.
But I will not worry, since you command me to turn from anxiety and rest in hope. The seed you sow in love and freedom will yield the loving joy you are.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 13:1-9
[Jesus] put another parable before them, 'The kingdom of Heaven may be compared to a man who sowed good seed in his field. While everybody was asleep his enemy came, sowed darnel all among the wheat, and made off. When the new wheat sprouted and ripened, then the darnel appeared as well. The owner's laborers went to him and said, "Sir, was it not good seed that you sowed in your field? If so, where does the darnel come from?" He said to them, "Some enemy has done this." And the laborers said, "Do you want us to go and weed it out?" But he said, "No, because when you weed out the darnel you might pull up the wheat with it. Let them both grow till the harvest; and at harvest time I shall say to the reapers: First collect the darnel and tie it in bundles to be burnt, then gather the wheat into my barn."
Prayer
Ever-Present Grace, this is how I shall name you this morning. I have no names suitable for you. The best I can do is to speak what you are to me, and thus to know you in the speaking. And you are Ever-Present Grace.
You also are a sower. Every second you sow seeds of faith and love in our lives, yielding a harvest of freedom and joy. But our moments also sow seeds of cynicism, fear and hard-heartedness.
In the supremacy of your divine freedom, you create us to bear the seed of your life to fruition, growing into the full harvest of what you intend for us. We do not know what that is. It lies hidden in the seed. We know only that we will bear resemblance to our brother, Jesus, glistening with the compassion of your divine grace.
And this is all your doing, Loving Mystery. You are the mysterious power of the seed, and I take courage I this.
For, I look at the tangled snarl of my life, unable to determine with confidence what is good and what is not, what is your seed and what yields the foul fruit of cynicism and fear.
But I will not worry, since you command me to turn from anxiety and rest in hope. The seed you sow in love and freedom will yield the loving joy you are.
Pr. David L. Miller
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 13:1-9
That same day, Jesus left the house and sat by the lakeside, but such large crowds gathered round him that he got into a boat and sat there. The people all stood on the shore, and he told them many things in parables. He said, 'Listen, a sower went out to sow. As he sowed, some seeds fell on the edge of the path, and the birds came and ate them up. Others fell on patches of rock where they found little soil and sprang up at once, because there was no depth of earth; but as soon as the sun came up they were scorched and, not having any roots, they withered away. Others fell among thorns, and the thorns grew up and choked them. Others fell on rich soil and produced their crop, some a hundredfold, some sixty, some thirty. Anyone who has ears should listen!'
Prayer
I pray, my Lord, for the seed of your gracious kingdom that I have sown, begging also for the faithful sowing of your beloved of every time and place.
Grant that your seed my take root in the souls of those we have touched in your name that they may come to faith and know you, and that knowing you they may love and serve you.
The seed we sow bears the power of your resurrected life. It finds soil, sprouts and grows. But in the weariness of life and grief, struggle and trial, the youthful plant withers so that we find no life in the preaching of your word and the worship of your glory.
Tempted by dryness, many fall to despair or apathy, some who are near and dear to our hearts. But dearer still to yours.
Grant awareness of your unfailing love to those who feel nothing of your nearness. Restore to them the joy of your salvation.
And if they must wait a time to know your presence, grant them hope that the seed of your life within them has not died.
Empower us also for that task of uplifting the weary that we may be the arms of your gracious embrace.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 13:1-9
That same day, Jesus left the house and sat by the lakeside, but such large crowds gathered round him that he got into a boat and sat there. The people all stood on the shore, and he told them many things in parables. He said, 'Listen, a sower went out to sow. As he sowed, some seeds fell on the edge of the path, and the birds came and ate them up. Others fell on patches of rock where they found little soil and sprang up at once, because there was no depth of earth; but as soon as the sun came up they were scorched and, not having any roots, they withered away. Others fell among thorns, and the thorns grew up and choked them. Others fell on rich soil and produced their crop, some a hundredfold, some sixty, some thirty. Anyone who has ears should listen!'
Prayer
I pray, my Lord, for the seed of your gracious kingdom that I have sown, begging also for the faithful sowing of your beloved of every time and place.
Grant that your seed my take root in the souls of those we have touched in your name that they may come to faith and know you, and that knowing you they may love and serve you.
The seed we sow bears the power of your resurrected life. It finds soil, sprouts and grows. But in the weariness of life and grief, struggle and trial, the youthful plant withers so that we find no life in the preaching of your word and the worship of your glory.
Tempted by dryness, many fall to despair or apathy, some who are near and dear to our hearts. But dearer still to yours.
Grant awareness of your unfailing love to those who feel nothing of your nearness. Restore to them the joy of your salvation.
And if they must wait a time to know your presence, grant them hope that the seed of your life within them has not died.
Empower us also for that task of uplifting the weary that we may be the arms of your gracious embrace.
Pr. David L. Miller
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 13:1-9
That same day, Jesus left the house and sat by the lakeside, but such large crowds gathered round him that he got into a boat and sat there. The people all stood on the shore, and he told them many things in parables. He said, 'Listen, a sower went out to sow. As he sowed, some seeds fell on the edge of the path, and the birds came and ate them up. Others fell on patches of rock where they found little soil and sprang up at once, because there was no depth of earth; but as soon as the sun came up they were scorched and, not having any roots, they withered away. Others fell among thorns, and the thorns grew up and choked them. Others fell on rich soil and produced their crop, some a hundredfold, some sixty, some thirty Anyone who has ears should listen!'
Prayer
I wonder Jesus, did you look over the crowd and hope?
I hope. I hope everyday to meet hearts and minds where the seed of your kingdom has grown into the beauty of love and the joy of wonder. I hope to be surprised by souls in which I meet and know you.
I hope because I know the power hidden in the seed of a love that dies and rises again. Knowing this, I watch for the beauty of your life secretly growing in the garden of your creation.
It doesn’t look like much of a garden on some days. A tangle of weeds, brambles and thorns seem to overwhelm the luscious promise of spring. But still I see the signs of the seed: a shared laughter, a knowing look, a small kindness, a love that refuses to be repressed, souls who humanize their tiny corner of creation though no one else may notice.
I notice, and I know I am not alone. Your seed grows into a new creation wherever it finds a bit of soil to sprout.
It grows even amid the tangled bramble of my confused soul, making the mess easier to bear. In fact, I have come to laugh at myself more. And there are plenty of failures and oddities there for my amusement. But I think the laughter is a sign of faith. I believe my real life is hidden in the seed of a love that dies and rises … and grows into your tomorrow.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 13:1-9
That same day, Jesus left the house and sat by the lakeside, but such large crowds gathered round him that he got into a boat and sat there. The people all stood on the shore, and he told them many things in parables. He said, 'Listen, a sower went out to sow. As he sowed, some seeds fell on the edge of the path, and the birds came and ate them up. Others fell on patches of rock where they found little soil and sprang up at once, because there was no depth of earth; but as soon as the sun came up they were scorched and, not having any roots, they withered away. Others fell among thorns, and the thorns grew up and choked them. Others fell on rich soil and produced their crop, some a hundredfold, some sixty, some thirty Anyone who has ears should listen!'
Prayer
I wonder Jesus, did you look over the crowd and hope?
I hope. I hope everyday to meet hearts and minds where the seed of your kingdom has grown into the beauty of love and the joy of wonder. I hope to be surprised by souls in which I meet and know you.
I hope because I know the power hidden in the seed of a love that dies and rises again. Knowing this, I watch for the beauty of your life secretly growing in the garden of your creation.
It doesn’t look like much of a garden on some days. A tangle of weeds, brambles and thorns seem to overwhelm the luscious promise of spring. But still I see the signs of the seed: a shared laughter, a knowing look, a small kindness, a love that refuses to be repressed, souls who humanize their tiny corner of creation though no one else may notice.
I notice, and I know I am not alone. Your seed grows into a new creation wherever it finds a bit of soil to sprout.
It grows even amid the tangled bramble of my confused soul, making the mess easier to bear. In fact, I have come to laugh at myself more. And there are plenty of failures and oddities there for my amusement. But I think the laughter is a sign of faith. I believe my real life is hidden in the seed of a love that dies and rises … and grows into your tomorrow.
Pr. David L. Miller
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 13:1-9
That same day, Jesus left the house and sat by the lakeside, but such large crowds gathered round him that he got into a boat and sat there. The people all stood on the shore, and he told them many things in parables. He said, 'Listen, a sower went out to sow. As he sowed, some seeds fell on the edge of the path, and the birds came and ate them up. Others fell on patches of rock where they found little soil and sprang up at once, because there was no depth of earth; but as soon as the sun came up they were scorched and, not having any roots, they withered away. Others fell among thorns, and the thorns grew up and choked them. Others fell on rich soil and produced their crop, some a hundredfold, some sixty, some thirty Anyone who has ears should listen!'
Prayer
I give you thanks, almighty God, for the miracle of growth. Everywhere the seed you sow
is imperiled. Yet, I look into my soul and the souls of your beloved and find the wonder
of faith, the fire of hope, the beauty of love.
You say nothing about the sower. Is he anxious about the seed? Does she fear nothing
will grow and that her labor will be in vain, a chasing after the wind? Does he fear that
storms and infestation will destroy the crop before harvest?
No, you say nothing. This is like no farmer I have ever known, and I’ve known more than
a few.
You know what we struggle to believe: the power of your life is in the seed.
Believing this shouldn’t be a problem. A simple gaze into my own heart evokes enough
wonder to bring tears. For growing there is hope I did not plant, a love I did not create, a
faith in the gracious power of your life.
A simple gaze within reveals all I need to know. The seed you plant grows into the
harvest of the love you are. So we sow and rejoice in the miracle of a seed that grows.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 13:1-9
That same day, Jesus left the house and sat by the lakeside, but such large crowds gathered round him that he got into a boat and sat there. The people all stood on the shore, and he told them many things in parables. He said, 'Listen, a sower went out to sow. As he sowed, some seeds fell on the edge of the path, and the birds came and ate them up. Others fell on patches of rock where they found little soil and sprang up at once, because there was no depth of earth; but as soon as the sun came up they were scorched and, not having any roots, they withered away. Others fell among thorns, and the thorns grew up and choked them. Others fell on rich soil and produced their crop, some a hundredfold, some sixty, some thirty Anyone who has ears should listen!'
Prayer
I give you thanks, almighty God, for the miracle of growth. Everywhere the seed you sow
is imperiled. Yet, I look into my soul and the souls of your beloved and find the wonder
of faith, the fire of hope, the beauty of love.
You say nothing about the sower. Is he anxious about the seed? Does she fear nothing
will grow and that her labor will be in vain, a chasing after the wind? Does he fear that
storms and infestation will destroy the crop before harvest?
No, you say nothing. This is like no farmer I have ever known, and I’ve known more than
a few.
You know what we struggle to believe: the power of your life is in the seed.
Believing this shouldn’t be a problem. A simple gaze into my own heart evokes enough
wonder to bring tears. For growing there is hope I did not plant, a love I did not create, a
faith in the gracious power of your life.
A simple gaze within reveals all I need to know. The seed you plant grows into the
harvest of the love you are. So we sow and rejoice in the miracle of a seed that grows.
Pr. David L. Miller
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 11:25-30
At that time Jesus exclaimed, 'I bless you, Father, Lord of heaven and of earth, for hiding these things from the learned and the clever and revealing them to little children. Yes, Father, for that is what it pleased you to do. Everything has been entrusted to me by my Father; and no one knows the Son except the Father, just as no one knows the Father except the Son and those to whom the Son chooses to reveal him. 'Come to me, all you who labor and are overburdened, and I will give you rest. Shoulder my yoke and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. Yes, my yoke is easy and my burden light.'
Prayer
I feel your joy, Jesus. Your praise of God is spontaneous. It springs fresh from the ecstasy of undiluted gratitude. An irrepressible urge to exclaim ‘thank you’ enraptures you.
Thank you for my life. Thank you for the joyous thing you allow me to do. Thank you that simple hearts may know what no eye has seen. Thank you for the rapture of knowing a love without boundary. Thank you for wrapping your world in belovedness. Thank you for giving me eyes to see it and lips to speak it.
Are these your words, Jesus, or mine?
They are both, of course. Even now you allow me to know your joy. For like you, I witness the wisdom of that Love who holds us both fast. Like you, I bask, and I share it, however imperfectly.
And I witness the divine wisdom of God etched on every face unburdened and released by an incomparable mercy that conquered my heart long ago.
So blessed are you, Lord of heaven and earth, for this heart and all hearts who know you.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 11:25-30
At that time Jesus exclaimed, 'I bless you, Father, Lord of heaven and of earth, for hiding these things from the learned and the clever and revealing them to little children. Yes, Father, for that is what it pleased you to do. Everything has been entrusted to me by my Father; and no one knows the Son except the Father, just as no one knows the Father except the Son and those to whom the Son chooses to reveal him. 'Come to me, all you who labor and are overburdened, and I will give you rest. Shoulder my yoke and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. Yes, my yoke is easy and my burden light.'
Prayer
I feel your joy, Jesus. Your praise of God is spontaneous. It springs fresh from the ecstasy of undiluted gratitude. An irrepressible urge to exclaim ‘thank you’ enraptures you.
Thank you for my life. Thank you for the joyous thing you allow me to do. Thank you that simple hearts may know what no eye has seen. Thank you for the rapture of knowing a love without boundary. Thank you for wrapping your world in belovedness. Thank you for giving me eyes to see it and lips to speak it.
Are these your words, Jesus, or mine?
They are both, of course. Even now you allow me to know your joy. For like you, I witness the wisdom of that Love who holds us both fast. Like you, I bask, and I share it, however imperfectly.
And I witness the divine wisdom of God etched on every face unburdened and released by an incomparable mercy that conquered my heart long ago.
So blessed are you, Lord of heaven and earth, for this heart and all hearts who know you.
Pr. David L. Miller
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 11:16-19
'What comparison can I find for this generation? It is like children shouting to each other as they sit in the market place: We played the pipes for you, and you wouldn't dance; we sang dirges, and you wouldn't be mourners. 'For John came, neither eating nor drinking, and they say, "He is possessed." The Son of man came, eating and drinking, and they say, "Look, a glutton and a drunkard, a friend of tax collectors and sinners." Yet wisdom is justified by her deeds.'
Prayer
And just what is wisdom, Jesus? You turn much of our wisdom on its ear.
You forgive the unforgivable. You drink and celebrate in a world of need. You turn from everyday pursuits to surrender to a shadowy reality we can barely see or believe is real. And you ask us to repent and believe a new age even now edges out the old.
You heal and give, bless … and argue, fighting especially with those who make hard distinctions between beloved and benighted.
For, your new age lights up the night. It is a kingdom of constant compassion that invites all to turn from the lies they believe to the truth of a Love who constantly draws near. This is reality. This is truth. Do you not know? Have you not heard? Can you not see it? It appears in places you least expect.
And wisdom? It is that Love who shines on the good and evil alike. It is receiving that seeking Love of whom you are the face, my Jesus. It is surrendering to the mystery of what that Love will make of us.
I have no idea what that is though I know it is well beyond my control. But I look at you, and I know. It is a depth of grace I have yet to know. So in peace, I go.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 11:16-19
'What comparison can I find for this generation? It is like children shouting to each other as they sit in the market place: We played the pipes for you, and you wouldn't dance; we sang dirges, and you wouldn't be mourners. 'For John came, neither eating nor drinking, and they say, "He is possessed." The Son of man came, eating and drinking, and they say, "Look, a glutton and a drunkard, a friend of tax collectors and sinners." Yet wisdom is justified by her deeds.'
Prayer
And just what is wisdom, Jesus? You turn much of our wisdom on its ear.
You forgive the unforgivable. You drink and celebrate in a world of need. You turn from everyday pursuits to surrender to a shadowy reality we can barely see or believe is real. And you ask us to repent and believe a new age even now edges out the old.
You heal and give, bless … and argue, fighting especially with those who make hard distinctions between beloved and benighted.
For, your new age lights up the night. It is a kingdom of constant compassion that invites all to turn from the lies they believe to the truth of a Love who constantly draws near. This is reality. This is truth. Do you not know? Have you not heard? Can you not see it? It appears in places you least expect.
And wisdom? It is that Love who shines on the good and evil alike. It is receiving that seeking Love of whom you are the face, my Jesus. It is surrendering to the mystery of what that Love will make of us.
I have no idea what that is though I know it is well beyond my control. But I look at you, and I know. It is a depth of grace I have yet to know. So in peace, I go.
Pr. David L. Miller
Monday, June 30, 2008
Monday, June 30, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 11:16-19
'What comparison can I find for this generation? It is like children shouting to each other as they sit in the market place: We played the pipes for you, and you wouldn't dance; we sang dirges, and you wouldn't be mourners. 'For John came, neither eating nor drinking, and they say, "He is possessed." The Son of man came, eating and drinking, and they say, "Look, a glutton and a drunkard, a friend of tax collectors and sinners." Yet wisdom is justified by her deeds.'
Prayer
You are as you say, Jesus, a friend of tax collectors and sinners. And me. One word turns the corners of my mouth into a smile: friend. It is as if I have won the cosmic jackpot, and I had nothing to do with it. It came solely as gift and utterly out of the blue.
You are transparent to the face of the Eternal Wonder, the loving joy of Eternity’s heart, the wisdom of God, Immanuel, with us. And you name me as friend, with a host of others, of course.
It does not matter that that you are repeating the charge your opponents threw at you. They got it right. They named you: friend of the tax collector and sinner; friend of the mortal and fearful; friend of the confused and wounded; friend of the burdened and heavy ladened; friend every heart who hungers for home. My friend.
Some smile at this, thinking it naive to imagine one could be friend to the Almighty and All-Merciful Wonder. But it is not me but you, Jesus, who use the word, acknowledging that this is just what you are.
So walk with me this day and through this life, my Friend. Teach me the wisdom only those who love can know.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 11:16-19
'What comparison can I find for this generation? It is like children shouting to each other as they sit in the market place: We played the pipes for you, and you wouldn't dance; we sang dirges, and you wouldn't be mourners. 'For John came, neither eating nor drinking, and they say, "He is possessed." The Son of man came, eating and drinking, and they say, "Look, a glutton and a drunkard, a friend of tax collectors and sinners." Yet wisdom is justified by her deeds.'
Prayer
You are as you say, Jesus, a friend of tax collectors and sinners. And me. One word turns the corners of my mouth into a smile: friend. It is as if I have won the cosmic jackpot, and I had nothing to do with it. It came solely as gift and utterly out of the blue.
You are transparent to the face of the Eternal Wonder, the loving joy of Eternity’s heart, the wisdom of God, Immanuel, with us. And you name me as friend, with a host of others, of course.
It does not matter that that you are repeating the charge your opponents threw at you. They got it right. They named you: friend of the tax collector and sinner; friend of the mortal and fearful; friend of the confused and wounded; friend of the burdened and heavy ladened; friend every heart who hungers for home. My friend.
Some smile at this, thinking it naive to imagine one could be friend to the Almighty and All-Merciful Wonder. But it is not me but you, Jesus, who use the word, acknowledging that this is just what you are.
So walk with me this day and through this life, my Friend. Teach me the wisdom only those who love can know.
Pr. David L. Miller
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 10:40-42
[Jesus said:] 'Anyone who welcomes you welcomes me; and anyone who welcomes me welcomes the one who sent me. 41 'Anyone who welcomes a prophet because he is a prophet will have a prophet's reward; and anyone who welcomes an upright person because he is upright will have the reward of an upright person. 42 'If anyone gives so much as a cup of cold water to one of these little ones because he is a disciple, then in truth I tell you, he will most certainly not go without his reward.'
Prayer
And our reward? It’s you, isn’t it, Jesus?
You are my reward. You are the gift I receive for whatever cup of water I lift to the lips of those who belong to you. I get to know you, the love, the passion, the giving, the mercy, the suffering, the pain of your life. All of it.
And in it all I receive life of a depth and sweetness that transcends my knowing and speaking. A life worthy of the names eternal and everlasting. Your life.
You send us to give the life and blessing you are, only to receive exactly what you are.
That appears to be the way your kingdom works: In giving we receive; in loving we know love; and in dying we live.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 10:40-42
[Jesus said:] 'Anyone who welcomes you welcomes me; and anyone who welcomes me welcomes the one who sent me. 41 'Anyone who welcomes a prophet because he is a prophet will have a prophet's reward; and anyone who welcomes an upright person because he is upright will have the reward of an upright person. 42 'If anyone gives so much as a cup of cold water to one of these little ones because he is a disciple, then in truth I tell you, he will most certainly not go without his reward.'
Prayer
And our reward? It’s you, isn’t it, Jesus?
You are my reward. You are the gift I receive for whatever cup of water I lift to the lips of those who belong to you. I get to know you, the love, the passion, the giving, the mercy, the suffering, the pain of your life. All of it.
And in it all I receive life of a depth and sweetness that transcends my knowing and speaking. A life worthy of the names eternal and everlasting. Your life.
You send us to give the life and blessing you are, only to receive exactly what you are.
That appears to be the way your kingdom works: In giving we receive; in loving we know love; and in dying we live.
Pr. David L. Miller
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 10:40-42
[Jesus said:] 'Anyone who welcomes you welcomes me; and anyone who welcomes me welcomes the one who sent me. 41 'Anyone who welcomes a prophet because he is a prophet will have a prophet's reward; and anyone who welcomes an upright person because he is upright will have the reward of an upright person. 42 'If anyone gives so much as a cup of cold water to one of these little ones because he is a disciple, then in truth I tell you, he will most certainly not go without his reward.'
Prayer
I see it, Jesus, a cup of cold water. Two hands cup around it lifting it to be received by another. But who?
Then I see your face. You receive the water. With that gift, a human soul connects with your kingdom; human kindness joins with the mercy of your eternal giving.
This is what your face evokes in our hearts. Seeing you, hearing word of a kingdom of grace we don’t make, this raises our hands to give what we can and have to your eternal project of divine kindness.
You evoke what you are in every heart willing to receive your word. So we go to our service expecting to see this miracle of transformation: human hands lifting their cup of cold water in gratitude for the word of grace we are privileged to bear.
Rejection and confusion come to all who follow you. But in every lifted hand bearing gifts of life, we find the blessing of oneness in mercy and mission with sisters and brothers we did not know we had.
So we lift our hands with gifts you have given.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 10:40-42
[Jesus said:] 'Anyone who welcomes you welcomes me; and anyone who welcomes me welcomes the one who sent me. 41 'Anyone who welcomes a prophet because he is a prophet will have a prophet's reward; and anyone who welcomes an upright person because he is upright will have the reward of an upright person. 42 'If anyone gives so much as a cup of cold water to one of these little ones because he is a disciple, then in truth I tell you, he will most certainly not go without his reward.'
Prayer
I see it, Jesus, a cup of cold water. Two hands cup around it lifting it to be received by another. But who?
Then I see your face. You receive the water. With that gift, a human soul connects with your kingdom; human kindness joins with the mercy of your eternal giving.
This is what your face evokes in our hearts. Seeing you, hearing word of a kingdom of grace we don’t make, this raises our hands to give what we can and have to your eternal project of divine kindness.
You evoke what you are in every heart willing to receive your word. So we go to our service expecting to see this miracle of transformation: human hands lifting their cup of cold water in gratitude for the word of grace we are privileged to bear.
Rejection and confusion come to all who follow you. But in every lifted hand bearing gifts of life, we find the blessing of oneness in mercy and mission with sisters and brothers we did not know we had.
So we lift our hands with gifts you have given.
Pr. David L. Miller
Monday, June 23, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
Today’s text
Matthew 10:40
[Jesus said:] 'Anyone who welcomes you welcomes me; and anyone who welcomes me welcomes the one who sent me.
Prayer
Grant us hearts, Jesus, that welcome the presence of your kingdom. Too often our minds are more attuned to ugliness than beauty, quicker by far to see error and find fault than to savor stirrings of your Spirit.
We are more eager to criticize than to praise. Criticism puffs us up, assuring us that we are above the others. But a moment’s guilty pleasure erodes the heart ties you would weave, leaving us so terribly alone.
And it is clear that you are a weaver. In a simple act of welcome, you join our soul with another and your own heart. In a simple invitation, a blessed tri-unity of mutual sharing springs into being, and the holy heart of the Loving Mystery is as incarnate as my fingers on these keys.
So this is your purpose, Jesus. You join us with each other in you to know the heart of the All Loving.
So let us welcome each other, trusting that your gracious kingdom will spring from nothing into life in the simple hospitality of heart and hand.
Pr. David L. Miller
Matthew 10:40
[Jesus said:] 'Anyone who welcomes you welcomes me; and anyone who welcomes me welcomes the one who sent me.
Prayer
Grant us hearts, Jesus, that welcome the presence of your kingdom. Too often our minds are more attuned to ugliness than beauty, quicker by far to see error and find fault than to savor stirrings of your Spirit.
We are more eager to criticize than to praise. Criticism puffs us up, assuring us that we are above the others. But a moment’s guilty pleasure erodes the heart ties you would weave, leaving us so terribly alone.
And it is clear that you are a weaver. In a simple act of welcome, you join our soul with another and your own heart. In a simple invitation, a blessed tri-unity of mutual sharing springs into being, and the holy heart of the Loving Mystery is as incarnate as my fingers on these keys.
So this is your purpose, Jesus. You join us with each other in you to know the heart of the All Loving.
So let us welcome each other, trusting that your gracious kingdom will spring from nothing into life in the simple hospitality of heart and hand.
Pr. David L. Miller
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