Today’s text
Reflection
Open hands. I stand at the table with hands open above gifts
of bread and wine, open to welcome the congregation, open in blessing, … open
to you, Holy One.
But are these hands really mine? Are they not your hands
open to welcome and bless we who are empty and in need the fullness of a love to
that heals every doubt, fear and wound of our hearts?
Your hands are always open to give us with everything that
is in you,--everything, all the
blessings of heaven that we might know the love you are and know ourselves as
your beloved.
Your hands say it all: I am wanted, chosen, forgiven, known
and treasured since before the dawn of time. And you fill me with the joy of
knowing this with all my heart because it brings you pleasure. Could it be that
I am your delight?
You tell me it is so. Little wonder sometimes I wake in the
middle of the night when sleep flees and repeat your name over and over.
“Blessed,” I name you. “Blessed are you, for you are the
love that fills my heart with the blessings of eternity. You stir my mid-night
prayer that I might know your open hands and praise the glory of your grace.”
Pr. David L. Miller
No comments:
Post a Comment