A portion of a meditation...
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(A portion of a meditation to be built upon.)
"The Sovereign God has given me the tongue of those who are taught ..." Deep within the essence of all life, and surrounding the furthest reaches of primordial creation are you, O God, unbounded by the outmost limits of gamma ray or inmost reaches of X-ray. Light beyond light, in seeming darkness and in glorious brilliance, you rule with power challenged only by fools. On this day you rule in me that I might no longer be impotent in ability or will to be a messenger of your word.
"... that I may know how to sustain with a word one who is weary." The weary are clearly evident to me, Lord: Weary of war, weary of age, weary of work, weary of struggles to be understood, weary of inconsequential chatter, weary of over-needy egos ... each needing relief, hope, uplift. They are at work, among my friends and social contacts and in my home, in my church ... your church, Lord. I see behind their masking smiles, and words of self-encouragement which betray a subtly sharp edge of anxiety. Until now I have felt inadequate to the task of sustaining them ... of lifting them above the brokenness of spirit, soul or mind. Who am I, that I should have something to offer them, in my place of work or study or stage of life? Is it really possible that, you, mysterious God-beyond-understanding, would have me sustain even one, one other?
-- Bond
"The Sovereign God has given me the tongue of those who are taught ..." Deep within the essence of all life, and surrounding the furthest reaches of primordial creation are you, O God, unbounded by the outmost limits of gamma ray or inmost reaches of X-ray. Light beyond light, in seeming darkness and in glorious brilliance, you rule with power challenged only by fools. On this day you rule in me that I might no longer be impotent in ability or will to be a messenger of your word.
"... that I may know how to sustain with a word one who is weary." The weary are clearly evident to me, Lord: Weary of war, weary of age, weary of work, weary of struggles to be understood, weary of inconsequential chatter, weary of over-needy egos ... each needing relief, hope, uplift. They are at work, among my friends and social contacts and in my home, in my church ... your church, Lord. I see behind their masking smiles, and words of self-encouragement which betray a subtly sharp edge of anxiety. Until now I have felt inadequate to the task of sustaining them ... of lifting them above the brokenness of spirit, soul or mind. Who am I, that I should have something to offer them, in my place of work or study or stage of life? Is it really possible that, you, mysterious God-beyond-understanding, would have me sustain even one, one other?
-- Bond
