O the ways by which we wonder as we wander to and fro about the One whom we worship in Word and Spirit—the very Wind of God—the Lord, the Giver of Life in whom we live and move and have our being. The Holy Spirit (ruach kadosh)—literally, in Hebrew, wind/breath wholly set apart—who leads us in the way everlasting and dwells within us that we might have the heart and mind of Christ Jesus who is the way, the truth, and the life—the light of life that is the light for all peoples in the world that God so loved, that whosoever would believe in Him should not perish but have eternal life—life to the full. This abundant life of adventure in the journey of faith, this pilgrimage upon which faith-filled ones do sojourn and traverse from afar seeking the Holy and Anointed One prophesied from of old is to be undertaken with such reverence and awe as to render speechless those who would give themselves over to the King of Kings and Lord of Lords in surrender and submission to the sovereign grace of the Lord God Almighty.
Such is my presently presenting sense of the spiritual imagination that is present in the face of the season of Epiphany already upon us. The eschatological condition of our experience between Christmastide and Lent is not to be missed but explored faithfully with depth of passion, unbridled zeal and fervor if even amidst unseemly sensibilities of fortuitously fleeting faith fancifully passing by fast as a speeding train traveling over spiritually predestined tracks with the whizzing witless whirlwind witness of waving passengers onboard. “All aboard!”, the conductor on the stellar express beckons as we would rush into the new year at hand and thrust ourselves upon the clanking clanging machinations and sounds of the engine and wheels of cars containing cacophonies of crowds careening into the cavernous cravings of Fat Tuesday preceding on the eve of Ash Wednesday. We have, beloved, but a few fit multiples of withering weeks left in wuthering heights whither where we would stumble upon a season of fasting and praying for forty days and forty nights in the wilderness of faithful devotion unto the Lord anew.
I am amazed at how the Lord our God weaves our lives with one another in ways astonishingly gracious, present, lovely and expeditiously so that we cannot help but stand or rather submit prostrate before the divine presence. I offer and share with you this day a heart filled with gratitude for the awesome opportunity to serve in this season of transition among you beside others alongside this corridor of faith in east central Indiana. What a privilege and honor we have been given for a time to celebrate together and walk with one another side by side as we step forward in faith through this New Year of Blessings unto the Ancient of Days.
Let me share with you a poem recently placed upon reflection in intercessory prayer for a time of transition in the life of one so in need of lifting up before the very throne of grace.
The Spirit’s comfort and peace
on a season of holy days
renewing tender morning mercies
upon great compassion’s ways
lifting prayers without cease
you remain in Jesus’ love always
by the Lord’s healing grace
with grateful hearts, we raise
our joyful songs of praise
Ancient of Days
May you and I live with one another in these new year’s days of hope, peace, joy and love with grace abounding anew to the glory of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Gratefully yours, and His,