Thursday, October 6, 2011

Dearest God,

Of all the lovely things you do, Gracious God, how do you warm the heart with musical lyrics written by someone who has been dead for two hundred years? I want to know because that is what happened to me tonight at choir practice.

I listened to the words Charles Wesley wrote so long ago and like John Wesley, I felt my heart strangely warmed. I had the distinct sense that I too had been to the same well of living water and found your gentle spirit inspiring me. Although we live in separate geographical locations, different cultures, and historical time periods, I realize we had breathed the same spirit.

So often such insights challenge me to consider your many varied and mysterious ways. Is your well open to all in every time period? Are we brought together for a purpose beyond our own inspiration?

This evening as I sang old Wesleyan hymns, I visited the well. How many were there with me?

Eternal God,
your ways
are beyond
my full comprehension.
Your love
knows no bounds.
Hope bubbles up
constantly reminding me
of your design
for your church
and the world.
Let that
powerful vision
become a reality
for the
whole world,
I pray.

Love, Andrea