An evening prayer
I have been thinking this week, who are the people in my life whom I know are, for lack of a better word, close to God. Who are they today? Where are they?
You know what I mean, those people who are just always well tuned. Connected. In touch with the Almighty.
People who spend time conversing with the Holy One. They really take time to Be with him, and out of that comes wisdom and insight and understanding.
I read about people who meet up with God in the bible and they come away with a glowing countenance.
I read of these people in history books, who similarly come away from times with God just shining.
Those are the people I want to emulate, to be like. They have known God in ways that are just a distant dream to me.
Sometimes it seems so hard to know and be known by God. Yet Paul says he's not very far from each one of us.
"The God who made the world and everything in it is the Lord of heaven and earth and does not live in temples built by hands. And he is not served by human hands, as if he needed anything, because he himself gives all men life and breath and everything else. From one man he made every nation of men, that they should inhabit the whole earth; and he determined the times set for them and the exact places where they should live. God did this so that men would seek him and perhaps reach out for him and find him, though he is not far from each one of us. 'For in him we live and move and have our being.' As some of your own poets have said, 'We are his offspring.'
I am on a journey, and the question I need to look at on any given day is, is the journey taking me towards Him, or is it taking me further away from him. If I can answer that question with integrity then it's a good place I'm at.
I just want to want to know him more, and deeper, and truer. For there are depths of relationship with Him that we could spend our whole lives exploring, if we were brave enough, hungry enough.
But what can be done
For an old heart like mine
Soften it up
With oil and wine
The oil is You, Your Spirit of love
Please wash me anew
With the wine of Your Blood