In God’s world–perfect, free world where the sun shines and gentle breezes whisper–
the young and the old and all in between look at me and call me blessed, for they know I Am.
The Lord has done amazing things for me.
holy, holy, holy Lord. God of power and might. . .
God is merciful.
God is holy.
God is mighty.
Those who think they are powerful and perfect run, scatter to hide.
Those with power and influence turn to find no one following them.
The halls of human power echo like empty caverns.
But. . .
The hungry stream through wide open doors to collect boxes filled with meat and vegetables and soup and cereal.
The homeless file in for a hot supper and games and a cot with real sheets and blankets and shelter that is warm and safe.
The refugees who have survived the winds and waters are finally pulled ashore by strong, sure hands.
Here is a blanket.
Here is a doctor.
Here is food.
Here is safety and refuge at last.
You are here and we have been waiting for you.
It is good to know your name.
In the name of
God who is merciful,
God who is holy,
God who is mighty,
God who is love,
We, all God’s children,
(c) The Rev. Dr. Sheila N. McJilton
20 Dec, 2015