To look out the window and read this weeks’ text one might
think that God has decided to extend a greater sign of God’s presence among us.
If Only….
If only it warmed the body and spirit instead of piercing
and shivering us with unsatisfactory cold.
It’s a cold that disturbs and troubles, that disappoints and
discourages, leaving my usual inner sense of joy and wonder feeling all the
more battered and disabled.
Now more than ever I find myself calling upon the Great I Am
to bring restoration and healing to my battered soul. The season of waiting has
grown endlessly long, for the limited measure of patience God implanted within
my heart.
And yet
There is the hope of tomorrow
The red flames and tongues of Pentecost
Dry Bones rattling and winds restoring life in the community.
That alone is hope enough to take into the night.
The call will appear clearer, brighter, after the Spirit of God, blows through our hearts once again.
"Come, thou Holy Spirit bright,
come with thy celestial light;
come protector of the poor,
come thou source of blessings sure;
come within our hearts to shine"
Latin 12th Century
The 1982 Hymnal, 226
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