Returning to God
Ecclesiastes
12 (RSV) Remember
also your Creator in the days of your youth, before … the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the
spirit returns to
God who gave it.
A phrase
that haunts me goes something like this – “… homesick for a place I’ve never
been before …” Some speak of a “soul
pool” from which we are drawn to come into this reality. I can imagine a bag of seeds awaiting the hand
that slings them into the soil of the field.
Can you remember forgotten memories, of a better place, lurking the
shadows of your mind? My spirit is
returning to God, one step at a time.
It is said
that scents have powerful memory stimulation ability?! Just what is the aroma of Paradise lost? Like bees searching for the nectar of
eternity, what bloom draws us there? It
seems that the birds have eaten the crumb trail leading us back home. The scent of the trail grows colder. The light of the wisps so easily draws us to the
glare of the Fire.
We are
struggling along the path home. But
there are many detours and dead-ends, so many distractions and even
derailments. We so easily lose our way.
Father,
restore the ancient landmarks. Prepare
the way of the Lord; make his paths straight, in the desert a highway to our
God! Show us the Way! Help us, to focus on Jesus, the trailblazer,
the very Way! Make his footprints glow,
marking the path. Burn into our very
hearts His answer to Thomas’ question, “… how can we know the way?” – “I am the
Way, the Truth, the Life!” May we fear
no evil as we walk through the valley, because you are with us.
