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Today’s text
Luke 12:32-34
“Do not be afraid, little flock, for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom. Sell your possessions, and give alms. Make purses for yourselves that do not wear out, an unfailing treasure in heaven; where no thief comes near and no moth destroys. For where your treasure is, your heart will be also.”
Prayer
You are the unfailing treasure, Holy One. You are the One who never wears out and cannot be destroyed. It is you I need and would hold every moment in this purse, this soul of mine that holds also much of the detritus of ego-driven life.
If I could but hold you fast, touching your nearness, I would savor the thought of you at all times and in all things. You would fill me to overflowing with the unfailing fullness of your love. My words would be so different, more filled with grace, giving life in all circumstances, not just in rare moments.
But I am full of the cares of the day, decisions to make, deadlines to meet, disappointments with self and others, the drive to justify myself and to ferret out the “right thing” to do and say. There is a life to be lived and work to be done. It absorbs my consciousness, and I forget. I seek myself in all these things, not you, but I find no treasure there.
Turning turn from the heart-shattering awareness of your love, I devolve into something much less than the human soul I am when I am near and full of you.
Forgive me for fouling your earth with my pettiness. Don’t let me forget. Make my heart large and expansive like yours and fill it with your Fullness, which is truest treasure.
Pr. David L. Miller
1 comment:
We are invited to bask in the privilege of this gift...where every desire is met and every hope is fulfilled, even before we "know" the specific nature of our hope. But we are not to bask and become stagnant or complacent. We are constantly being sent out by the same loving presence that invites us in. How many more can we invite to see the amazing treasure that holds the gem which completes one's longing for ever, unto the end of the ages? I abandon myself to the treasure... and surrender myself to the one who knows where I must go to be the hands and the feet of invitation.
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