Friday, February 6, 2015

Into Your Hand

Into your hand I entrust my spirit.” Reading these words of the ancient psalmist this morning my thoughts return to the theme of the gift of a simple faith. A trust that God is real and that, somehow, He and I are one. That His Spirit lives and moves within my limited, earthly body as together we walk the paths of life. That He is a faithful guide on my earthly sojourn.

I have been gifted with a simple faith as taught in the ancient creeds:

I believe in God, the father Almighty, Creator of heaven and earth.

I believe in Jesus Christ, His only Son, our Lord, who was conceived by the Holy Spirit and born of the Virgin Mary. He suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried: He descended to hell. The third day He rose again from the dead. He ascended to heaven and is seated at the right hand of God the Father Almighty. From there He will come to judge the living and the dead.

I believe in the Holy Spirit, the holy catholic (little c) church, the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body, and the life everlasting.

I believe that through the Lord’s Supper I am re-membering Christ within my body. That through this symbolic gesture the members of my body become His body. That I am His hands and His feet in the world today.  I rest in His love through prayer and meditation, seeking a simple life of service to others, helping free those trapped in systems of spiritual darkness, poverty, and injustice.

My faith is simple but not simplistic. Faith is belief that is not based on proof. I accept that I could be wrong. In the words of Morris West, “… a confession of faith is a confession of not knowing… Prove it, I cannot. Deserve it, I do not. If my trust is proved a folly, then so be it. Life has served me as it serves everyone, sometimes well and sometimes ill, but I have learned to be grateful for the gift of it…”

So, with open eyes and acceptance that my life may not play out as I expect I pray Charles de Foucald’s Prayer of Abandonment:

Father,
I abandon myself into your hands; do with me what you will.
Whatever you may do, I thank you:
I am ready for all, I accept all.
Let only your will be done in me, and in all your creatures.
I wish no more than this, O Lord.

Into your hands I commend my soul;
I offer it to you
with all the love of my heart,
for I love you, Lord,
and so need to give myself,
to surrender myself into your hands,
without reserve,
and with boundless confidence,
for you are my Father.
Amen


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