Monday, June 01, 2009

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Dearest God,

Glory! What is this glory talked about in the bible? Is it a celebration, a manifestation of the divine, an experience of joy? What is glory?

I am sure I discovered glory this Sunday morning! Or perhaps I participated in glory. Maybe I had a part in opening a door to glory.

I am sure glory is your work. Of that I am certain. I am convinced it originates from the divine hand, your hand, Most Holy. I think glory is a mixture of divine joy, love, grace, hope, humility, and faith. I believe we see glory as we open ourselves to you. When I open my heart completely to you, when I want to give all of me to you, when I acknowledge your presence, and I place myself in a mood of trust, I believe glory can burst on the scene. Not like some drama that opens at the local theatre, but rather as a beautiful outpouring of sacred relational love. It is you loving us and us loving you back. It is a belief and an active work of the human and divine sharing together. It is a trust, a sacred presence, an honoring. It is God.

Our morning worship service was like no other. Oh yes, your presence is always apparent. But today there was so much joy, so much celebration, so many people participating in giving themselves to your church in order to give thanks for your powerful loving spirit. What spirit was present! What a celebration of eight young people being confirmed. What love we felt at your feet. In our hearts we bowed down to give you utmost praise.

My personal joy was so full. Could I have known more joy? I can't be sure but worshipping you together with so many others longing to sing out their faith widened my heart's ability to love you. The worship service made me love you more.

I come
to you,
my wondrous God,
to bring
to you
all my praise.
I lift up
all my joy
knowing you alone
are the source
of joy.
All that
I am
and all
that I have
are yours.
What can
I do
but acknowledge
the source
of my ability
and desire
to honor you.
I love you,
Great God.
Receive all
my gratitude,
I pray.

Love, Andrea