Sunday, February 27, 2011

Spring Meditations

Sunday afternoon. Mild, cloudy, with a temperate breeze and a silver grey wetness in the atmosphere. The beauty of the ushering in of the Spring beckons me to walk outside.

The trees are in bud. Tiny green clusters grace the ends of the elegant, drooping boughs of our plum tree. I meditate on the miracle that God makes the roots of this age-old tree soak up the nutrients and water in the soil, causes that life-juice to flow through the gnarled, brown trunk, up through the branches, and overflow in green buds that will soon become leaves, and then pure white blossoms, and then good, life-giving fruit.

I walk round the tree and down the hill, the grass and dirt cool and wet to my bare feet, the wind ruffling my hair, the sky sending forth silver rays of dusk. I lay down in the grass, and stare up at the sky. The clouds race and frolic across the heavens, grey, pearl, lavender, blue. The sun is still so bright through the fog that my eyes can hardly withstand the glorious light. The beautiful canopy stretches in every direction, magnanimous, great, brilliant, cascading forth as far as the eye can see. My mind hearkens back to Jesus, the Imaginer, Creator and Maker of the mighty beauty of the sky, the graceful strength of the trees, the tender loveliness of the green buds.

He cares about the great things as well as the small things. He who encompasses the greatness of the world came to earth in the form of the smallest of the small. He is Yahweh the Wonderworker.

I feel as if I could see into the Heavens. As if I could fly into the sky, following the path of Jesus's ascension, through the clouds, into the atmosphere, beyond the blue air, into the glorious realm of the sun, moon, and stars, past the fiery explosions of the celestial beings of the Aether, and finally to the very mercy seat of Him who made us.

I rise, my mind overwhelmed with the magnitude of His mercy, His beauty, His goodness, His truth, His imagination, His love. The Resurrection and the Life. The Light of the World. The Lover of our souls.

Join with all nature in manifold witness

to thy great faithfulness, mercy and love!

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Shepherd of Souls

Shepherd of souls, refresh and bless

Thy chosen pilgrim flock

With manna in the wilderness,

With water from the rock.

Hungry and thirsty, faint and weak,

As Thou when here below,

Our souls the joys celestial seek

Which from Thy sorrows flow.

We would not live by bread alone,

But by Thy Word of grace,

In strength of which we travel on

To our abiding place.

Be known to us in breaking bread,

But do not then depart;

Savior, abide with us, and spread

Thy table in our heart.

Lord, sup with us in love divine;

Thy body and Thy blood,

That living bread, that heav’nly wine,

Be our immortal food.

James Montgomery, to the tune of 'Dives and Lazarus'