Lent has always seemed to
sneak up on me. But this year, one of my new year goals was to live more
intentionally, more fully into the life of Jesus. I have, by no means, been
totally successful. Yet, I must say, I have done a better job of it this year
than any before. I actually made time to anticipate Lent. Music has played a
large part in my prayer life.
Two songs have been
playing in my head over the past three weeks. One, as I stood at the edge of
the Gulf with the waves tickling my toes, is "Breathe on me, Breath of
God, fill me with life anew; that I may love what thou doest love and do what
thou wouldst do." I felt the breath of God and I have held that feeling
close in my heart over that last couple of weeks.
The other song is "O
love that will not let me go".
I do not listen to
"Christian" radio or even too many songs. A bit of Gospel Bluegrass
now and again, or Willie Nelson and the Nelson Family doing Gospel large - that
is about the extent of my listening to that type of music. Otherwise, I am much
more into instrumental, Taize, or Gregorian chants. But a few years ago,
I searched for "peace" songs on Spotify. Several Chris Rice songs
came up and I do listen to those. This past week, I have played "O love
that will not let me go" so many times as to memorize it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s3OJ-V9U_Y8
George Matheson
(1842-1906) wrote the lyrics.
What attracted me initially was the guitar. Then I came to love
the sound of Rice's voice - so soothing, so peaceful. It helped me de-stress
and breathe properly. Recently, I began to pay attention to the words and came
to realize how strongly these verses resonated with my own feelings.
O Love
that wilt not let me go,
I rest
my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.
I feel as though I have
wrestled with or run from God for most of my adult life. I told God so many
times to leave me alone, let me be, yet, that Love hangs tenaciously,
relentlessly, steadfastedly to the core of my being.
That Love wore me out. It
overcame deep wounds, scars, and fear. I stopped running, turned and fully
faced the power of the Love that will not let me go. As a result, I realized
that this life was never my own. I actually knew that as a child, but somewhere
in the midst of young/middle adulthood, I lived in a false sense of self. I
have offered this self that I thought was my own back to that Love to whom it
has always belonged in hopes that the richness of my love will be fuller still.
O light
that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.
That light that has shone
through me has never been my own. It has always been God's Love shining through
me. I know this now. That knowledge allows the light to shine all the brighter
so that it is more clearly known to be from God alone.
O Joy
that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.
I have been blessed with
the ability to feel joy, unbridled. My heart has leapt with a hope that is
beyond my knowing. Sometimes, that joy comes in the midst of pain and I
know...I know that all will be well.
O Cross
that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.
The Cross has always
confounded me, in my youth and later. It seemed an icon in some ways - almost a
worship of the cross itself rather than what it stood for. Maybe that is the
Baptist background in me, always fearing false idols. I see it now as a
significant part of understanding that death of this mortal body does not mean
the end. It is merely a portal through which we shall pass to get to that
"life that shall endless be." I know that death in this here and now
is inevitable, even necessary. I cannot escape it. I cannot let the fear of
death keep me from following the path of Jesus.
I read articles I have
written in the past and I see such a depth of yearning. I have an understanding
of that longing now that has remained elusive previously. I want to be fully a
part of this thing called Church. I want my life to be fully about God. Just as
tenaciously as God's Love has held onto me, so I want to cling to that
Love.
Breathe on me, Breath of
God. Fill me with life anew; that I may love what thou doest love and do what
thou wouldst do.
I am on the right path.
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