Sunday, August 2, 2015

Dearest God,

We gather to meet the holy, to step into the mystical reunion of angels, saints, disciples and all your people to worship, to find our way, to cling to hope, to pray, to forgive and to be forgiven.  We gather knowing the power of your spirit is greater when we are together rather than when we are apart.  We gather to touch the hem of your garment.

This morning during the hymn sing we sang many familiar songs and hymns.  We sang loud, belting out all our faith and devotion wanting you to hear us proclaim your love and grace.  We wanted to give thanks to the almighty, to worship and adore you.  We wanted to make ourselves right, clean ourselves up, and to give thanks for yet another chance.

With a heavy heart thinking of my very sick friend, I sang my songs to her.  I imagined in my mind the doors and windows of the church opening up so our music could wing its way toward her so many, many miles away.  We sang, "Oh victory in Jesus, my savior forever, he sought me and bought me with his redeeming blood.  He loved me ere I knew him and all my love is due him.  He plunged me to victory beneath the cleansing flood." 

Gracious God,
thank you
for making music
to heal
the sick,
mend the wounded,
and lift
the hearts
of the weary.
Thank you
for the songs
of angels
that carry
your message
far, far away.
Thank you
for love
that connects us all
all the time.

Love always, Andrea