Friday, May 9, 2008

Today’s text

John 7:37-39

On the last day, the great day of the festival, Jesus stood and cried out: 'Let anyone who is thirsty come to me! Let anyone who believes in me come and drink! Let anyone who believes in me come and drink! As scripture says, "From his heart shall flow streams of living water.” ' He was speaking of the Spirit which those who believed in him were to receive; for there was no Spirit as yet because Jesus had not yet been glorified.

Prayer

Come, Holy Spirit. Fill our hearts that we may flow with living water, fresh and free, clean and clear, cold and bracing.

We go from places we know and faces we love, unsure of what awaits in parts unknown. Except this: You.

You play. From most ancient days to unseen endings, you play. It is your way.

Once I thought you worked. But I got it wrong.

Bursting from primordial mountainsides, streams flow free, tumbling over rocks, spilling, foaming, dancing down, splashing into each low space, freshening tried earth, greening the ground.

So you are, Spirit of Life: bubbling fresh and free from primordial depths of the Eternal Generosity whose face we cannot see. You spill and splash, greening the soul, making fresh each dusty place, filling, flowing, a dancing stream of life … even in death’s own face.

And we have seen it. We know the dance in our souls. It’s in our bones and blood.

So come Holy Spirit, play, dance. Carry us wherever you choose. It doesn’t matter where.

Your dancing current is our home.

Pr. David L. Miller