FROLIC IN LOVE

Psalm 42:6-8 — The Message

When my soul is in the dumps, I rehearse
everything I know of you,
From Jordan depths to Hermon heights,
including Mount Mizar.
Chaos calls to chaos,
to the tune of whitewater rapids.
Your breaking surf, your thundering breakers
crash and crush me.
Then GOD promises to love me all day,
sing songs all through the night!
My life is God’s prayer.

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Advent 4/Christmas Eve: Love
Psalm 42:6-8

Love.
We have been bequeathed Hope.
We have snuggled in Peace.
We have been danced by Joy.
Now it is Love’s turn
to frolic in our souls.
I choose the word frolic deliberately.
Hope has snuck up on us
like an inheritance
we didn’t expect,
Peace has wrapped around us like
a down comforter.
Joy has danced across our
sadness
like a happy kitten.
And now Love,
Love,
with the innocence of new life
and weight
of seven billion hurting souls,
Love frolics as if God,
God’s own self,
is rolling
in a huge pile of Autumn leaves.
Here is an invitation.
Here is a challenge.
Here is the dream
of your ancient,
new-born soul—
Leap,
bound,
spring,
vault,
hop,
jump,
bounce
into this leaf-pile of
Hope and Peace and Joy and Love,
and frolic with this
ever-surprising God who
hurdles with abandon
through the cosmos.
Star to star,
crib to crib,
tomb to tomb
creating life
and breath
and heart
and dream.
Go ahead this Christmas,
frolic…

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