Our world is full of cloudy, complicated messy things, God…
This morning, the sky is full of abundant clouds. Your creation – bright, blue and beautiful – is on display, with billowy, white peaks overhead. The cottony masses move quickly across the backdrop You created.
Our lives are full of loud, heavy, heartbreaking things, God…
This morning, the birds are singing. They gather on the power line out behind the back yard and sing loudly to You. They seem oblivious to the mess. They are free and don’t mind declaring it.
I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. Romans 8.18
Our world is full of dry, choking, death-giving things, God…
This morning, the grass of the back lawn is lush, thick and spongy to the step. It lives and breathes because we have seeded, watered and nurtured it. It demonstrates the new life You make possible for each of us.
Our lives are full of howling, destructive winds, God…
This morning, a heartland breeze is blowing strong across the patio. It briskly moves the blooms in my container gardens. They rock and sway, moving to the sound of the birds’ song.
For the creation waits in eager expectation for the children of God to be revealed. Romans 8.19
Your creation has a voice. It speaks on this summer morning loud and clear. You, oh Lord, are in the midst of us. The clouds hover overhead in Your sky, but they are on the move.
And we shall not be moved.
The noise of this world screams and beckons loudly. The birds call out Your song of sweet peace and calm.
And we shall not be dissuaded.
The weeds (the chaff, You call it) work to bring dryness and death. The grass today is green, weed-free and breathing Your new life.
We shall not whither or waver.
The winds of change blow hard, rough gales across our land. Your Spirit-wind overrides and carries us through.
We shall not break or bend.
We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. Romans 8.22
- We see You – beyond the clouds of Your creation.
- We hear You – in the song-birds and all living creatures.
- We breathe You – in the landscape of Your glorious handiwork.
- We feel You – in the wind, as it blows Your breeze across our lives and this land.
For those who are led by the Spirit of God are the children of God. The Spirit you received does not make you slaves, so that you live in fear again. Romans 8.14-15a
As the clouds move, as the birds sing, as the grass breathes, as the wind blows…
Father, empower us – that we not be moved by hovering clouds – dissuaded by noise and distraction – whithered by dry, choking things – bent or broken by harrowing winds.
- May we, the Church, repent of selfishness, apathy, and silence
- May we, the Body of Christ, realign ourselves with Your precepts and purposes
- May we, Your children, live not out of fear or in slavery, but as those led by the Spirit of God, because we are the children of God
May we live as if we believe You will prevail – like we remember that in the end, You win – and that one day we will reign with you.
(Scripture references from New International Version Bible.)