Sunday, August 12, 2012

Dearest God,

I want to ride the wave of praise!  I want to rise into the highest heaven to meet you.  I want to sing my devotion to you, the wondrous God of my faith.

Every Sunday morning when I step inside the facility we call church in order to be the church with those who are the church, I smile.  I am warmed inside.  My heart steps up its beat.  My mind clears.  My body straightens.  My soul opens.  My whole being breaks into joy.

But isn't that supposed to happen when the church comes together?  Aren't we there to meet you and one another?  Aren't we there to unclutter the soul of needless debris?  Aren't we there to reclaim ourselves, our faith, our beliefs, our traditions, our moral compass?  Aren't we there to restore ourselves, renewing our spirits for sharing the good news of faith, joy, and peace?  Aren't we there to touch the holy and allow it to inspire us?  Aren't we?

Holy Father,
your spirit
works its miracles
every Sunday.
I love it
when I
feel praise
rising up
within me.
I love
opening my heart
to you,
letting you
get inside.
I love
honoring you
with all
of me.
Thank you
for the privilege!

Love, Andrea