The last couple of weeks have been a bit crazy for me. Between Thanksgiving and school, I have neglected the blog. But, in the midst of the craziness, life still goes on. Life still beats, pounding out the rhythm of meaning.
I suppose yesterday is a perfect example:
I woke up early, made coffee, and went to my recliner to pray. In the quiet darkness—lit only by the glow of my computer—I became aware of the transcendent, the untold stories, the soft intensity of the life of love.
I repeated the prayers I have regularly prayed for over a year, finding life in their structures and in their parameters.
O God, come to my aid! O Lord, make haste to help me!
Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me, a sinner.
Our Father, who art in Heaven . . .
May the Lord bless us and keep us, and may he lead us to eternal life.
And after I had prayed, I went to work where I answered phones, entered data, and greeted folks who walked into the office. Love God; love others. In all things.
I then spent the rest of the day in the library where I wrote and wrote and wrote for my Literary Theory and Faith term paper entitled: “Oppression and Resistance: Socialist Theory and Christianity in Dialogue.” This is the reason I am in graduate school. God is most especially here.
Amanda and I then went next door to her new home where we shared a quiet evening, bathed in the light of the Christmas tree. To love another person is to see the face of God.
And so, today, I am thankful for the activity of God in the midst of life. For he is before all things, and in him all things consist.