You are currently browsing the monthly archive for August 2015.
Sometimes, God sneaks up on us.
Certainly, we expect to hear God speaking here, where we gather.
We come for just that purpose: to listen, to worship,
and sometimes it is enough.
But sometimes we get hungry;
listening attentively is hard work!
And sometimes the word doesn’t quite cut it,
doesn’t give us enough to chew on,
doesn’t fill the gnawing, empty place within,
but only makes us more aware of feeling
It is tempting to sneak off,
to rush away from the speaking,
to answer a different call than the one that brought us here.
We plot our escape, absently
massaging our empty bellies,
not noticing, at first,
for the taking, not the giving.
The basket, from which we pull, grab,
we fall back, sated, filled, overfilled,
and, finally, aware:
uncomfortably aware of the hungers of others.
Watch, you who gather here,
as all are filled by the God who slipped in;
in Word, yes,
but in the word that spoke the simple word: eat.
And we are joined in satisfied hunger,
feeling together the relief from emptiness,
pulled from ourselves into a greater Body
in the experience of abundance
in the experience of grace.
One Body, taken within our own.
One Body consumed, incorporated,
giving life and sustaining us,
God incarnate abiding, within us and through us,
the Word made our flesh,
devoured, renewed, eternal, enough,
surprising us in bread, in flesh,
in Word, in Body,