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
http://prayingthemystery.blogspot.com/
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Wednesday May 7, 2008
Today’s text
John 7:37-38
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." '
Prayer
A stream flows from my depths, Jesus. A spring bubbles there. It fills the heart and spills into my daily world. Life, peace, joy, blessing, all these well from that primordial place, that virginal point where my soul opens to yours.
From that infinitesimal aperture in the dark reaches of inaccessible soul, that which is you flows ancient and true, fresh and cold, into this life, giving life.
When I dwell in that stream, turning mind and heart to your incessant giving, I live.
So why do I not live from the depths of this bubbling heart? Anxieties and angers, conflicts and fears, old wounds and fresh hurts draw me to live the mood of the moment, detached from that life-giving stream that freshens the soul and keeps me human.
So I return and drink from that stream of grace that flows from you into this heart of mine. And you pull me into its flow. You still my soul and give all I need to live as your beloved, filled and encompassed by an eternal spring.
Pr. David L. Miller
John 7:37-38
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." '
Prayer
A stream flows from my depths, Jesus. A spring bubbles there. It fills the heart and spills into my daily world. Life, peace, joy, blessing, all these well from that primordial place, that virginal point where my soul opens to yours.
From that infinitesimal aperture in the dark reaches of inaccessible soul, that which is you flows ancient and true, fresh and cold, into this life, giving life.
When I dwell in that stream, turning mind and heart to your incessant giving, I live.
So why do I not live from the depths of this bubbling heart? Anxieties and angers, conflicts and fears, old wounds and fresh hurts draw me to live the mood of the moment, detached from that life-giving stream that freshens the soul and keeps me human.
So I return and drink from that stream of grace that flows from you into this heart of mine. And you pull me into its flow. You still my soul and give all I need to live as your beloved, filled and encompassed by an eternal spring.
Pr. David L. Miller
Monday, May 5, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
Today’s text
John 7:37-38
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." '
Prayer
I see you there, Jesus. You stand in the midst of the people, crying out your heart. More: I feel you there. I sense your desire, “Let them come and drink.”
But only the thirsty, of course. And that excludes … no one. Certainly not me.
We all thirst. We are made for more, more than we know or possess, more love, more grace, more peace and purpose, more of your blessed presence.
Our thirst is the mark of having been created in your image. And I know something of your image as I watch you at the festival, crying aloud, inviting the thirsty to come, believe and drink in the secret substance of your life.
You fill our souls with all that you are, slaking our ancient thirst, satisfying our desire. And we become flowing springs of your goodness and grace, giving our lives in gentle acts of generosity.
You never cease to keep this promise, Jesus. It is your heart’s desire. So let us believe you and go our ways in peace. For we know: You will give living water to our parched souls in the heat of this and every day.
Pr. David L. Miller
Today’s text
John 7:37-38
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." '
Prayer
I see you there, Jesus. You stand in the midst of the people, crying out your heart. More: I feel you there. I sense your desire, “Let them come and drink.”
But only the thirsty, of course. And that excludes … no one. Certainly not me.
We all thirst. We are made for more, more than we know or possess, more love, more grace, more peace and purpose, more of your blessed presence.
Our thirst is the mark of having been created in your image. And I know something of your image as I watch you at the festival, crying aloud, inviting the thirsty to come, believe and drink in the secret substance of your life.
You fill our souls with all that you are, slaking our ancient thirst, satisfying our desire. And we become flowing springs of your goodness and grace, giving our lives in gentle acts of generosity.
You never cease to keep this promise, Jesus. It is your heart’s desire. So let us believe you and go our ways in peace. For we know: You will give living water to our parched souls in the heat of this and every day.
Pr. David L. Miller
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