Be still . . . and KNOW

Limitless. . .

Unrestrained. . .

Unquantifiable. . .

All-powerful. . .

No one is above you.

Your pulse is in the waves, in the tides
the weather is Your breath, Your sighs

We say You are above every power. . .but we see so little power in this world, we don’t even know what that means.

The unstoppable forces of nature–yes, that we can understand. No one harnesses a tornado.

But King of kings? What does that mean? We have no respect for worldly powers–they are figureheads. They are self-important. They are brutal or they are impotent. What does it even mean to be cared for by someone in a position of power?

A priest, to intercede? We don’t understand. We see empty, powerless forms, we see scandals. We don’t understand a holy mediator between Almighty God and fragile man. We don’t even know what it means to prophecy. It sounds like something that goes on a late night “paranormal activity” TV shows, not a way to seek God’s will. We think of cults and of horrible things.

A shepherd, then, who tends his flock. But caring for your animals is such a quaint thing, out-moded, practical only as a hobby of the naive and romantic. Certainly nothing you’d lay your life down for. How absurd.

Well. . . like a master. Like a servant looks to his master, the head of the house, for provision of his needs. How do you mean? Like, at work, where we know they will squeeze us to get blood out of stones, and demand more for less all the time? No one cares for us there. How do you mean, like the head of a household? No one is home.

Like a father his children. . .but how many do not even know their fathers? Needs become institutionalized.

Like a bridegroom his bride. . .but no one believes love is forever. You hope it will last, but you can go through several spouses. . .marry for money.

All our analogies are breaking down. We don’t understand what it means to be loved and cared for. We don’t know what authority means, we don’t what protection means. “Rescue” is something that only happens in fairy tales. People just look after themselves, that’s all. . .

God says He loves us, and we don’t even understand what He’s saying. It’s a foreign word, one we don’t understand. That He would die for us — what do you mean? It’s a parable – a joke – a myth. Even fairy tales struggle to have someone die for someone else. It just isn’t realistic.

We’re so confused. We could almost believe in an all powerful evil being, because evil we understand. But an all powerful good being, loving being? It sounds like nonsense. What is good? What is love?

Love makes the oceans pulse, but we cannot comprehend it.

[Editor’s notes: found in my notes, undated. I think it was in a school notebook when I was going to a community college. Chucked the school notes and kept the other thoughts. {extra note: judging from the to-do list written on the back, probably winter/spring of 2011.} Although the setting for the piece is now quite vague in my mind, I think it was thoughts I had after some interactions with other students, in particular with backgrounds from “broken homes.” How do you explain the love of God? It is both vast beyond our comprehension, and indescribable when even reflective images are unknown to your audience. I don’t know if love can be explained; only experienced. And when one’s experience is painfully lacking, how can you convince them of the truth? It’s a hard, hard thing.]

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