Walking in the radiant light of this morning’s rising sun. Sensing the intangible yet intimate presence of that gentle breeze engaging and inspiring my very soul. Hearing the refreshing sound of rushing waters; clean and life-giving: flowing with hope and joy and peace. Appreciating the journey; the ups and downs, highs and lows and paths not walked before. Anticipating that final bend, the familiar door and a glorious welcome home. (c) 2020 Graham Oakes
Oh Lord! Forgive us for the way we turn your living presence into works of stone, of unchanging forms which exist for themselves; within which you cannot breathe. Forgive us, for celebrating your coming as a birthday, for one day only, then putting it back into the drawer for seasons and special occasions. Forgive us, that the fruit you challenge us with is observed as a ‘still life’ study; to be marvelled at for its composition and setting without moving us to desire its treasure when revealed in us. Forgive us, that the gifts you share are denied, devalued or desired for the wrong reasons. Forgive us, that we underestimate their power and your glory. Forgive us: for arguing over their use and limitations. Forgive us: that, in the midst of diversity, we ignore your translating, transforming, and unifying power. Lord, in your mercy, forgive us: Oh, Lord! Redeem, restore, revive and renew; breathe on me, I pray. Indwell my tradition with daily renewal, my human perspective with your heavenly vision; refresh my stagnant backwater with the rushing waters of your love; replace my ambition with your perfect calling. Fill me, to overflowing; capture me and set me free to serve you, here, now and forever. By your amazing grace, Amen.