Meditation for Worship: Sept. 20, 2009

James 3:13-18

Jeremiah 11:18-20

Mark 9:30-37

Psalm 54


Lord,

I woke up yesterday to the sound of gentle rain,
Delicately dancing upon the oak leaves outside our window,
Tumbling tenderly to the waiting earth below,
And I thought of you.
You, my gentle Savior,
Who daily sustains me,
Sometimes so quietly and with such forbearance
That I confess I take You for granted.
Forgive me.

And yet this gentleness of Yours is not weakness, or nonchalance, or cowardice.
Oh no--it is power under perfect control.

At any moment You could tear the heavens open with lightning
And Your righteousness could explode in thunderous judgment
And we would be submerged, drowned by Your holiness.

But You contain yourself.
And meet us not as cataract but as Child;
Mary’s little Lamb,
the Lamb of God.

O Lord,
May Your Wisdom continue to sprinkle me
With showers of mercy,
taming me and tempering me,
that I might eventually become
gentle, pure and peaceable,
like You.