Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Dear God,

For my covenant group this morning I read the story of the Walk to Emmaus, a timely story about downcast disciples who walked with your son Jesus along the road but did not know him until he broke the bread at supper. Blind spots, how many countless billion times have we as your people missed you?

The story caused me to consider my own failings to see you.  Sometimes I wore blinders.  I simply did not want to see you.  Sometimes my eyes were filled with scales caused by confusion, frustration, fear, and doubt.  Sometimes my soul was so filled with tears from hurt, disappointment, regret, and sadness that I just was unable to see.

But then I thought of those majestic moments in my own history when I gazed upon your comely face, when I saw what you saw, and when I stepped into your divine world seen through the eyes of faith.  I remember seeing miracles, my own and others.  I recalled visions and scenes of transformation.  You brought to my mind supreme moments of healing, understanding, kindness, and grace.  These times have been the best moments of my life because in the midst of hardship, sorrow, pain, fear, and injustice, I recognized you.

Everlasting God,
you do
reveal yourself
to us.
Yes, at times
we are blind
through our own fault
and the faults
of others,
but you
still come
to us.
Forgive us
when we
are so
wrapped up
in ourselves
we fail
to see
our answer
before us.
Shine your light,
O God,
and give us
the will
to see you,
I pray.

Love, Andrea