When you are spiritually dry, where do you turn? When you turn to God, what do you expect?
Psalm 63 My soul thirsts for you; my flesh faints for you,as in a dry and weary land where there is no water. 2 So I have looked upon you in the sanctuary,beholding your power and glory. 3 Because your steadfast love is better than life,my lips will praise you. 4 So I will bless you as long as I live; I will lift up my hands and call on your name. 5 My soul is satisfied as with a rich feast,and my mouth praises you with joyful lips 6 when I think of you on my bed, and meditate on you in the watches of the night; 7 for you have been my help, and in the shadow of your wings I sing for joy. 8 My soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me. 9 But those who seek to destroy my life shall go down into the depths of the earth; 10 they shall be given over to the power of the sword,they shall be prey for jackals. 11 But the king shall rejoice in God; all who swear by him shall exult,for the mouths of liars will be stopped. (NRSV)
[Scripture quotation from Revised Standard Version of the Bible, copyright © 1946, 1952, and 1971 National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All rights reserved.]
Thirsting for God
At the depths of my being I thirst for a word from you, O God…
for an insistence, a nudge, an invitation, a call.
Without that Word, I dry up and blow away.
At times I have wanted to find you
in the miraculous and the spectacular.
I wanted you to compete with all the other gods
who are sought
in the marketplace of mastery,
in the laboratory of luciousness,
at the table of transcendent power.
Because of your audacity,
never choosing existence over insistence,
when your word comes,
when your insistence insists,
when your call calls…
it is more likely to be heard
in a still, small voice that inspires love and peace and concern
for those who have no power,
save the embrace of a tender heart.
Those who play the power card
and frolic in the delusion of superiority
will continue to abide in the snares
they have set for themselves.
Praise be for those who have
attended to the insistence and followed the path of invitation.
As they live in response to that unheard call
may they be filled with joy —
as if lifted into a new plane of living
a plane that might be called heaven on earth,
the Commonwealth* that bears the name of God. Perhaps*.