Divine Embrace
Joy and Hope
Good afternoon friends! I wanted to share a brief mid-week entry with you, and also let it double as a short announcement: I am scheduling these to come out Sunday mornings at 7 AM, so they’ll be consistent :)
Today’s reflection is from my Journal this morning, and I really wanted to share it with you because it imparts a special image of our Father that I want to give you.
Key Phrase: “These questions, you shew away with your hand gently, like a storm only in the mind, like a bad dream. And you kneel before us, children that we are…”
To Love you
All the joys, all the hopes, every dream …all grief, all anxiety, every affliction… find their meaning and final resolution in you, and you alone, oh King of Kings. Lord have mercy; have mercy on us, have mercy on we who call upon your name, and have mercy on we... we who do not know how to call upon you. Utterless to us is true speech, So God...let our love reach let our love, although weak... let our love reach you, and through love may we know you, for the only way to know you is to love you. Have mercy on we who you stir daily ...to love you, to find you, to long for you… and still the anxieties of this our restless heart... through your Divine Embrace. You who hold us, ever in your Love.
Distance
….To embrace God is a great gift, more than any creature can say. What can a creature say, or do before the vast array of limitless divine energy? Uncreated and infinite divinity, terrible to behold, impossible to perceive; like the darkness of the storm, in the midst of a wild sea... Words mean nothing and are nothing when from a human mouth they are breathed against this wind, against the infinite canvas of your endless surround. Yet…you teach us not this infinite expanse …not the vast array of your eternity… nor the darkness of imperceptible divinity …For deep darkness is not in you, nor does it surround you, but Light - Light? Yet, how do we, how can we perceive this light?
Mercy
These questions, you shew away with your hand gently, like a storm only in the mind, like a bad dream.
And you kneel before us, children that we are, and you take your hand, and place it beneath yours upon your chest, upon your very own heart,
And you teach us the same. We now take your hand, and place it upon our chest God, beneath our hand, and we hold you tight against our heart….
Then from this place, we hear you say, heart to heart, “Abba. Call me Abba. I am your Abba. And you, you are my Love. And I love you, with all my heart.”
What can we do but respond the same?
“I love you Abba, I love you God.”
Oh God that we would love you! Help me love you!
You are not a sea, you are Abba, you are not darkness unknowing, you are the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, and when we speak your name, we who are your beloved children…your Love responds, all of God responds. The infinite God responds, in specificity. This is to say, Jesus you come.
Our voice is not lost at sea, not drowned out by strong wind, but carried by your Spirit, and upon the waters of our soul you speak…peace, and all is still.
Let our Love Sing to you God.
May we live, ever live, within your divine embrace.
Maranatha
All the joys, all the peace, all hope, every dream comes from this place and leads back into this - your divine embrace.
All grief, all anxiety, every affliction, comes from separation, comes from distance…distance from you Abba. You who love us so dearly, you for whom we were made. You are the missing piece, in every anxious heart.
So come Joy, come peace, come dream, come hope, and make this heart your home.
Jesus Christ, King of Kings, lover of every soul, show us Father God and heal these hearts of stone.
Call back your sons and daughters. Make this heart your home.
I ask for myself, and my friends whom I love - my brothers and sisters, known and unknown. I ask for all you have given me in your creation to care for, to love, and for those known only to you Master. Bring us back to you.
For my reader, I share these things because I want the very best life for you; the very best life in Christ. This is my prayer and these; these are my Confessions.
