Olympic National Park, courtesy Ken Cockroft |
__God, here we
are. We have come from a hundred places,
from the dark places in our soul where we wander alone, from the shadowed caves
of our longing. We have come here from
the crowded, noisy city streets where voices clamor for our attention and
demand our allegiance. We have come here
from the angry alleyways, where violence and injustice are allowed to happen,
where the helpless are violated, where their cries for mercy echo in sudden silence.
And so our voices often seem
to be swallowed in silence. We wonder
where you are, Jesus, friend of the poor, protector of the weak.
__We have come here from a hundred places, because you have
promised us we will never be alone. We
doubt, but where else can we go? You
have the words of life. Sometimes we see
your love and it is like the sound of the rushing of the water, they watching
light that floods over the ocean at sunrise.
You call us from our places of doubt and sorrow, call to us with a
shout: Come! Come, you who are weary,
and I will give you rest!*
__Come, those of you who thirst, come to the living
water. Are you hungry? Come, you who have no money, and eat of my
bread.*
So we must climb to our feet
and walk on to meet you. The way is long
but travel with you is sweet. We raise
our faces to you, feeling your love like waterfall spray. We find quiet places to sit among hidden
flowers. We see the sky passing above
our heads and hear the call of birds. We
walk on, we run, to take hold of the hope offered to us. We have this hope as an anchor for the soul,
firm and secure.
__Shout with joy to God, all the
earth! Sing the glory of his name, make
his praise glorious! Say to God, How
awesome are your deeds! All the earth
bows down to you; they sing praise to you, they sing praise to your name. Come and see what God has done, how awesome
his works in our behalf!**
--klc
*Isaiah 55:1
**Psalm 66:1-5
I still shudder when I read "waterfall spray," an image that speaks strongly of sentimentalism and cliche. HOWEVER--this prayer is based on my own experience, hiking up about six hundred stairs (approximately) to the very waterfall pictured here. The spray on my hot face was perhaps one of the most refreshing, wonderful things I've ever felt. The relief from my exertion was not shocking and forceful (like a cooler of water/gatorade dumped on your head), but gentle, a lovely mist.
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