Tuesday, August 30, 2016

those You love

Save with Your right hand, and answer me,
so that those You love may be rescued.

     -Psalm 60:5

Monday, August 22, 2016

The Empty Church

Walk of Peace in Slovenia

They laid this stone trap
for him, enticing him with candles,
as though he would come like some huge moth
out of the darkness to beat there.
Ah, he had burned himself
before in the human flame
and escaped, leaving the reason
torn.  He will not come any more

to our lure. Why, then, do I kneel still
striking my prayers on a stone
heart?  Is it in hope one
of them will ignite yet and throw
on its illumined walls the shadow
of someone greater than I can understand?
     -R. S. Thomas

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Hungry–a prayer

A person who is full tramples on a honeycomb,
but to a hungry person, any bitter thing is sweet.
            Proverbs 27:7

Lord, help me to stay hungry–hungry for you, your Word, your love, your presence.  Help me to turn from these things that so easily distract.

I long to stay hungry for you, to thirst for you, to eagerly seek you.  But I can’t do that if my cup is running over with the world, media, entertainment. Even good things like service to you and others.  I must vigilantly guard my time with you, my silence before you, my solitude in you.

You, yourself, set us an example–to come away with the Father, alone, still, quiet, listening.  To feast on the bread not made by hands.  To drink deeply of wine not pressed from grapes.

I’ve heard your call and am beginning to respond and it is such sweet fellowship.  Rather than quench this deep thirst within me, the taste I’ve received whets my appetite for more, more of your presence, more of you.

Lord, may these birds of appetite fuel my passion for you.  May they drive me deeper into your love.

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I drank at every vine.
The last was like the first.
I came upon no wine
So wonderful as thirst.

I gnawed at every root.
I ate of every plant.
I came upon no fruit
So wonderful as want.

Feed the grape and bean
To the vintner and monger:
I will lie down lean
With my thirst and my hunger.