Sunday, August 4, 2013

Dearest God,

We come hungry, hungry for your loving grace.  We come anticipating your living presence.  We come acknowledging you as God above all gods.

Church is that way.  Every Sunday morning I feel your stirring to gather as the church, albeit imperfect and flawed, I look forward to being the church.  I long to take my faith to church, to share it with others, and to experience their faith as well.  Some times it is fledgling, some times soaring, but always visible by our presence.

This morning I sensed that faith, strong, courageous, and joy-filled.  I drank it in until I was full to overflowing.  As I hugged those more elderly than me, I passed it on knowing there is great joy in offering your love to others.

During our hymn sing, I asked you to sing to my daughter who is hurting a thousand miles away.  I asked you to sing joy to her, healing, and mercy.  I sang louder sensing you were with her.  I wanted her to hear my voice too and those all around me.  Faith gave me the opportunity to let faith travel the many miles sharing it with those I love.  My prayer was and is that it also touched others as it winged its way to her.

You are God;
there is none
like you.
I am grateful
for the church
and all
she stands for.
We gather
because we want
to honor you,
give you thanks,
and sing
your praise.
Thank you
for the church,
your body.

Love, Andrea