Working through Catharin of Siena’s Dialog is an encouraging reminder to be passionate in our pursuit.
O lovely and loving God‚
if I sleep too long and am not aware of your many blessings‚
Sing me an exuberant song of joy.
It is a song without sound or notes;
it is a song of love beyond all words.
Is a song of faith that no one can describe.
I hear it in my soul when you wake me
to become aware of your presence.
(Mechthild van Magdeburg – 13th Century)
I can feel the Earth tossing aside the blankets of her cool Spring bed as she moves to embrace the heat of Summer. The Spring has been extravagant in its offerings of rain, the life giving hope poured into aquifers, and hidden places. Will this be a thirsty Summer? Will there be a cry for rain? In the Earth? In me? I watch how nature doesn’t strive with the turning. Obedient, and present with the days. There is a quiet acceptance and a joyous celebration in the morning songs. It is here I discover the syllabus for this season. There is a trust that though we change, and the turnings come to our lives, there is One who does not change. There is one whose love is constant, whose supply is constant, whose compassion is constant, whose care is constant, who neither slumbers nor sleeps as He watches over the work of His hand. One who never ceases speaking us into being, and because he is, we are.
James 1:17 Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom can be no variation, neither shadow that is cast by turning.
So, I listen to the praise of sparrows, who can not fall without notice from their Maker, and join with the Psalmist of Israel and turn my face to the heat of a new season, while I trust as I sing: “I will praise the name of God with a song, and magnify Him with Thanksgiving” Psalm 69:30
“Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord,
and our heart is restless until it finds its rest in thee.” ―St. Augustine
I have been pondering this reality for months. We are made for our God. Not for any other endeavor but to worship the one who crafted us with his hands, his words, his breathe. An object of His fascination and desire, we will stay in this state of discontent until our internal longings are satisfied with the beauty of His face. We have been torn from the purpose and meaning of our existence, and He is daily bringing us to a place of gazing, to discover our image. To remind us of our reflection. Often we catch a glimpse of our true selves in the kind face of strangers extending love to strangers, benevolent pauses as we consider one another in the hallways of life. We hear our native tongue when healing syllables of life flow from lips that choose to bleed rather than hurl curses at the offender. We are reminded for a moment that we belong “other” than this dysfunction of existence we tear our way through on any given day. We belong to a kingdom ruled by a King of Righteousness who shall reign forever, and ever. So, we comfort one another s restless hearts, as we gently lift chins to the horizon, and remind ourselves….we were made to gaze on beauty.