Morning Prayer Journal; April 8, 2019

Lord, how shall I celebrate a new morning?  Birds are already singing it up a storm out there, rooster is saluting the morn, frogs in the pond are piping and I, the tallest, weightiest of all sit in a silent stupor.  Why is this?  They are so fully invested with YOUR purpose, so without hesitation of their call.  It is You in their throats, in their chests, in their movement and song.  It is Your eternal purpose in them, without choice they go along happily it seems.  It is beautiful, sure, purposeful, comforting to know that they will always do what they were intended to do; not robots, but creatures full of divine, unaltered purpose.

It's the creatures with choice that falter.  It's us with our own navigation systems that go the wrong direction.  It is us with doubts about our purpose that sit in a stupor unhinged.  We, often as if sitting behind a curtain, live veiled from the movements of God-- adrift without a compass.

 Jesus said he did only what He saw his Father doing.  He showed what synchrony between the two can do. When he sparked debate at the temple or stood speaking to the crowds, when he struck out in a boat to meet a demoniac on the other side, he saw it first in the place that we also can see. He did what his Father was doing and put His hands and feet to this on earth. Isaiah 60:l