(Mostly) Every sunday I stand here,
Light reaches in;
Our deeper rhythms – we call out, kneel, turn.
Again in this place,
A rushing love.
A steady reminder.
A collective prodding.
Faithful arms are reaching out, down
God is bringing
To me, who longingly needs it;
This welcome I am receiving.
Again and again.
It’s adding to my self.
A space carved out where I can sing and remember
A praise that has always been,
A praise that abides within.
Last week, I was sitting down on a large velvety lounge in the Opera House Playhouse. Some spare time came and I was quick to look at the booklets given to our group on the show we were about to watch “The School of Wives“, translated and produced by Bell Shakespeare company, written by french playwright Molière. I learnt of how promising this play would be – humorous and entertaining in thematic considerations, subversive in dialogue, and intriguing in characterization.
Flicking through the pages my eyes stopped in it’s tracks. “The greater the obstacle, the more glory in overcoming it” I read.
Not sure if it referred to the protagonists attempts at wedding a women he had confined to a Nunnery in the hope to raise a perfect wife or the initial unresponsiveness to Moliere’s play-writing in French society.
But in a seemingly busy and unending week for me, it was a wonderful quote to consider and a personal tibit of wisdom to remind me of working hard in the present to receive rewards in the near future.
to those small surprising acts.
to sushi prepared by my mother.
to the garden gathering up soft and pale lilly pillies.
to the buttery, bitter crackle of Lebanese pastry bought by my father.
The past week I’ve been contemplating this passage in scripture;
I will sing to the Lord as long as I live;
I will sing praise to my God while I have being.
May my meditation be pleasing to him,
for I rejoice in the Lord.
After some thought, I moved away from my personal expectations of how little I sing and am thankful to God and moved into the promise that the psalmist speaks of. It’s become less about needing to do all the things I deem valuable which will please the Lord and more about accepting that the heart he’s placed in me is entirely capable of turning and responding to God. Therefore, a life built on this intimacy with God will more naturally bring about action and works that will please the Lord.
Our faith, then, is less based on what we think we ought to do and more a response on who we know God to be and how we comprehend his unfailing love and mercy to us.
God has promised us the Holy Spirit which counsels and protects and helps us understand and apply his Word to any and every situation and life circumstance. Like the psalmist, we too can have such faith (“I will sing, I will sing“), that in all things that come our way, in all that God has given, with all the mysteries of the world, our response can be to turn to God in thanksgiving, rejoice and thoughtful meditation and understanding.
So even if I am not singing praises to God every hour of the day (though if I had this gift, I would), I know that my mind and heart are not far from His because quite simply, my heart will ache and long to return to the one who gives me true life, a life called to His Spirit.