Let God let rip

Oh, that you would rip open the heavens and descend, make the mountains shudder at your presence (Isaiah 64:1 [Msg])

Comfortable, too comfortable,

Too warm to move,

cosy, snug as a bug in a rug

Perhaps I’m falling asleep, nodding off,

absenting myself from the world.

Yes, I do want to see God move, move in power

but I’m not sure I want to stir out of my comfortable nest,

out of my comfort zone

Can’t he move somewhere else, with me staying put?

I don’t want to fly, I want to stay in the nest.

My wings are wobbly and my sense of direction poor.

I’m scared of what I might find,

of what might happen to me,

of what might be required of me,

of things I don’t know and don’t understand,

of storms that might lie ahead.

But the call comes clear

as it did thousands of years ago:

“Get out of your box, your safety zone,

Knock the walls down,

Blink at the light shining through,

Think big.

Face the future with eyes wide open.”

Lord, give me the courage

to emerge from my chrysalis,

to strengthen my wobbly wings

and fly

above our small concerns, the minutiae of life,

and in so doing

be taken up on convection currents

of your making.

Lord, rip open the heavens,

Make the mountains tremble.

Stand back, stand back,

Give God full rein.

Say “yes, whatever”

And mean it.

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