Sunday, August 23, 2009

Lord, To Whom Shall I Go

My Lord,
I too once found this a hard saying. I knew it was true, but also knew what it required of me.
It was too much to hear; it was too much to give up.
So I went with those who also could not bear these words from You.
I was left to search for words that were easy to hear and accept; to search for those who would lead me where I thought I wanted to go.
Nothing satisfied my deepest inner needs and longings. I went from one belief to another~all along looking for You on my terms.
I came up empty and lost at every turn.
Then one day I stopped and seemed to hear You more clearly than I ever had before. I had been everywhere and I was tired.
So I stopped to listen and heard You ask, "Will you leave again?"
My only reply could be, "No, my Lord. To Who else would I want to go. You have the only life~giving words."
I searched for so long and You were here in front of me all the while. It is to You I come~ on Your terms, not mine.
My Lord, to Whom but You would I ever want to go.
Reflection based on John 6:60~69

Closing Prayer

Psalm 45: Canticle of Love to the King

My heart overflows with a good theme;
I address my verses to the King;
My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
You are fairer than the sons of men;
Grace is poured upon Your lips;
Therefore God has blessed You forever.

Gird Your sword on Your thigh, O Mighty One,
In Your splendor and Your majesty!
And in Your majesty ride on victoriously,
For the cause of truth and meekness and righteousness;
Let Your right hand teach You awesome things.
Your arrows are sharp;
The peoples fall under You;
Your arrows are in the heart of the King’s enemies.

Your throne, O God, is forever and ever;
A scepter of uprightness is the scepter of Your kingdom.
You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness;
Therefore God, Your God, has anointed You
With the oil of joy above Your fellows.
All Your garments are fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia;
Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made You glad.
Kings’ daughters are among Your noble ladies;
At Your right hand stands the queen in gold from Ophir.