Through Stained Glass: A Mid-Week Reflection-Somewhere

Somewhere

Psalm 55.16-19

I call to God;

    God will help me.

At dusk, dawn, and noon I sigh

    deep sighs—God hears, God rescues.

My life is well and whole, secure

    in the middle of danger

Even while thousands

    are lined up against me.

God hears it all…

The train sounds off in the distance, a little after 7.

Across the street the neighbor’s door shuts.

The golden dogs begin to stir and shake, jingling their collars.

Somewhere behind the clouds, the sun is up.

Teresa of Avila, a sixteenth-century Spanish mystic, said, “Let nothing disturb you, nothing dismay you. All things are passing. God never changes. Patient endurance attains all things. God alone suffices.”

 

A promise to hold onto as the morning mist evaporates into the heavens.

Upon the morning’s arrival, birds descend from their nest and sing and dance.

Outside, the clip-clap of a runners pace disrupts the neighborhood’s slow pace.

The windows rumble as the ‘traffic’ picks up down the boulevard.

The world grows louder, but also the promise grows more and more definite…

We look up at the morning star:  in all the this God takes God’s joy, and in us also, since we are God’s creation and God’s children, God’s redeemed, and members of God’s Christ. Sorrow at the fabulous confusion and violence of this world, which does not understand God’s love—yet we are called not to interpret or condemn this misunderstanding, only to return the love which is the final and ultimate truth of everything, and which seeks all humanity’s awakening and response.

The sun is slow to rise some days perhaps a way to slow us down. To go out to walk slowly in this world—this is a more important and significant means to understanding, at the moment, than a lot of analysis and a lot of reporting on the things “of the spirit.”

Don’t over-analyze.

Don’t over think.

Don’t over Christianize.

Just.

Love.

God will help you.

God will help me.

God will help us.

Lest we forget, God hears it all…