November 06, 2012
You are Lord over every lord we know,
And King over every king we can name.
You surpass all the powers familiar to us,
And loom in unexpected majesty.
We find You uncomfortably mysterious.
God of the heavens unseen
God of the endless black mass beyond our sky
God of the systems, labeled, studied, but silent with power.
God of the seas uncharted, undiscovered, unplunged.
We would prefer You be predictable,
Stable and sedentary.
We would like to mark You on our charts and note the order of Your activity.
But instead we find You roaming,
Surprising our most educated assumptions.
We find You in places we did not leave You,
And it unsettles our piety.
We cannot wrap our minds around You,
Nonetheless our hands.
We cannot pin You down in Your puzzling way of being
So unlike ourselves.
And then You came.
In our likeness, in our flesh.
To enflesh the evasive power of the sky
in our time and our space and our language and our manner.
So we wrapped our harried hands around You
And pinned You down in panic.
Because we cannot have a migrant God,
Unsettling our comfortable doctrines of ease and self-import,
We nailed Your feet to the boards of our creeds,
In hopes that You would finally stay in one place.
But then we find You moving still –
Beyond our absorption,
Beyond our awareness;
Beyond our grievance,
Beyond our grave.
We find You wandering into lands we dared not enter,
With people we thought not your type.
We find You speaking and silent,
Tearing down and building up,
Bursting in and seemingly absent.
And we note the way You are still so very unlike ourselves.
Our minds cannot contain You,
Our hearts are fit to burst with desire
To be less stationary,
And much more moved;
To let You tread across our world,
And amble through our lives.
In a daring task of faith,
We ask for the great gift of freedom to wander along with You.
Hi, friend. I'm Amy. Mostly, I’m just another twenty-something trying to figure out the stuff of life. I am a nerdy seminary student who loves the smell of old books and early mornings in the library. I am an artist wanabee, a liberal to the conservative and conservative to the liberal, guilty social justice groupie, and a recovering Bible know-it-all with the unreal ability to put my foot in my mouth an astonishing number of times each day. I am a sister to eight of the most hysterical creatures ever created. Good theology, used book stores, and autumn make me giddy. I preach passionately, think deeply, and ask too many questions. I write prayers, poetry and prose. I write about preaching bad and good, gender roles in the Church, the sacraments, stupid things we do on Sunday, politics, and almost everything else that you are not supposed to discuss in polite company. I also blog at oneyellowbird.blogspot.com. Welcome to the journey.