Wednesday, September 23, 2009

My dearest God,

I have witnessed your power at work. I have seen the face of your son. I have felt his hand upon my hand, his joy erupting in my soul. I have witnessed resurrection, a climb from the dark grave. I’ve seen visions of new life pushing, pushing like a mother giving birth. With my own eyes I have witnessed the whole spectrum of darkness to light, from loss to gain, from sadness to joy, from death to resurrection.

And why not? Is this not what you have given us, eyes to see, ears to hear? Isn’t faith the driving force producing divine power? Isn’t faith the transformation from death to newness of life? Aren’t we supposed to expect that life experiences will drop us low, when losses will be so great depleting the resources reserved for the fight for life? Isn’t it faith that reveals the truth giving a new kind of clarity to the soul? Doesn’t faith radiate a love so deep, so warm, so beautiful, and so authentic that anything less divulges its cheap deception? Isn’t it faith that drives us into your arms?

The rise from fear to faith comes as we trust wholly in you. Who else possesses this power to overcome?

Some life experiences disclose those strange, bizarre things we believe we must have to provide an identity that we believe will stabilize us. And why shouldn’t they? Do we not desire the truth that sets us free? As long as we trust in the illusion we shall never be free. We shall be held captive, slaves to our own suffering. We shall not experience the freedom, the liberation that comes in trusting you.

What I know is this: You have loved us with an everlasting love and this love is all we need to live a victorious life, not a life that gives us everything we want, but rather a life that gives us everything we need.

God Most High,
Most Holy,
God of Great Love,
our human language
is inadequate
to speak
our gratitude
for all
your many gifts.
We stand
in the light
of your grace
knowing our
own unworthiness;
yet, we dare
to call
upon your name.
And you come
to us,
calling ours.
Grow my love
that I,
that we
may love
you more,
I pray.

Love, Andrea