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Your active presence is a conversation
running like a living thread through the moments of my life.
You hear me
in joy and gratitude, worship and awe
in silent rage and hostile grief,
in the badly-thought-through question and hasty accusation,
in wondering, bewilderment, and unacknowledged fear.
You meet me there.
But all too often, Your word
like a zephyr against my cheek
goes barely noticed,
a thought imperceptibly thought through my own…
Oh, God, cause my heart to beat stronger for Your message coming to find me.
You are there…
in puzzle pieces begging to be put together, longing to show me what I do not see …
in the coincidence proving that life is not random, You are eager
to confirm and strengthen Your purpose at work.
In the striking match of an answer to my silent question, You show me I’ve been heard…
In the hit that wrenches my feet out from under me, You protectively warn me of
that which will only further my hurt.
Life is not meaningless but moving with purpose,
it’s strong current seeking to engage me.
In the dark night of my soul, in the silence that reigns as I rage
You work the transformation that turns
my ugly tragic battle into something more like a dance into freedom and healing.
Being fully present to the conversation is an act of … the art of … intimacy with You.
You bring me glints and glimmers of restoration’s coming.
It’s promise seems elusive as a dream,
an ancient rumor, an ache for justice,
but in the word that comes to find me,
You plant the very germ of that restoration’s power in me,
its mystery breaking slowly from the unseen into the seen …
Believing the truth, bearing the truth, belonging to the truth …
and finally becoming the truth…
this is The Journey.
Its reality supersedes all religion,
pride and prejudice in every age.
Though our controversy with it is implacable and hostile,
God is not undone.
No matter where we are, the Spirit of God will come to find us,
slipping through our hostile defenses
to comfort us in lost moments
telling us that His saving presence is close.
Unconstrained by time,
redemption plunges as easily back into ancient days
as it races forward into moments yet to be…
marking a path like sun or moon on water,
reaching for our feet.
Your Spirit bearing Your word to us,
breaching life and death, time and space, worlds and ages,
the seen and unseen,
comes
to make You real to us
and us alive to You,
to teach us how to walk in what You are working out…