Sabbath Morning

There is a place in Northern Indiana where heaven touches earth at that space where crystal clear waters meet the sky. There is a time in all of God’s creation when the singing of angels is echoed in the lapping of waves upon the beach and gull cries are the envoys of praise before the throne of our God. There is a measure of goodwill and peace in that moment where sunshine sparkle presents the cry of the loon in velvety whispers of joy lifted to God. There is in the heart of creation a momentary hush of adoration as the singing of the Wren finds its harmony in the distant honking of Canadian Geese whose course of flight carries them above the unfolding spectrum of God’s holy visage below. There is a sanctuary, a place of holy offering before the Lord our God, whose name is Lake Maxinkuckee, whose spring fed waters flow with crystal clear assurance of forgiveness and grace and whose depths cool the troubled soul.
Though I am fairly certain there are other places on earth where God makes such visions manifest for other eyes to behold, I am not in those other places, in fact, I cannot imagine my soul being capable of taking in more than God opens before me this day – and I am humbled before God. In the quiet of these moments, in the sunshine sparkles across miles of tree-lined shore, in the lapping horizon where water’s edge meets wave’s journey inward and outward, and in the rising steam of earth cooled waters lifting their song of joy to the blueness of skies above, there in hallowed tones of wonder God is blessing the Sabbath, not to be a burden of obligation but, to be an opportunity for reverential dance before the ark of God moving over the face of the earth.
Receive my prayers of thanksgiving and joy, O God, and make me keenly aware of every morning’s gifts, the bounty of which You never hide, yet we but seldom stop to view.
Your servant in Christ,
Pastor Don