weeping and seeking..

The world is a mess, torn, in tears, on it’s face.. broken.

But it has always been. Since that day in the Garden. Since the serpent, the woman, the man, the shame, the hiding. 

“Where are you?” the Lord calls out

… He knows exactly where we are, but he waits. For, He gave us choice… He waits for us to come to Him.

we breathe.. but on our own it seems impossible…. ….  ….

YHWH

Life in our lungs, breathe on me oh breath of God

yhwh….    yhwh….    yhwh….

We come out of hiding, we look for Him, He is not hiding. He is there before us. Reaching out with His pierced hands. Standing on His pierced feet.

He was there in the beginning, it all was made through Him. The Word. He is The Word. The word was with us and in us and through us. We are created through the Word. Imago Dei. The image of God. All of us. A part of Him, a part of each other. 

But the Garden, the serpent, the deceiving, the hiding

He closed the Garden, but He never left us. We are just too blinded by our shame to see Him. Why can’t we see Him. For certain He is hiding. 

No

He is in every face we see, the one in the mirror, the ones on the street, the faces at work, at church, in a mosque, in a synagogue, in a temple. The Imago Dei is everywhere.

in the void

an olive branch

wrestling in the dessert

burning bush

water from the rock

Forty years wandering 

manna from heaven

cleft of a rock

dried up Jordan

trumpets blasting

protection from a prostitute

Kinsman redeemer

taking another man’s wife

death of a child

Jesse’s tree

parched grounds

a chariot

three days in a fish

cursed plants

coals to the lips

Four hundred years of silence

struck mute

census

feed trough

locusts, honey and camel hair

fishermen

a prostitute

a tax collector

bag of silver

a Roman

blinded on the road

an Ethiopian

stones

prison

tongues

Three thousand and more and more and more and more

But still, we don’t see Him

Is he only there if we can see Him?

Is He there even when we are blind?

We are weeping, He has left us..

No, we are not seeking Him.

We can’t come away from our shame

Are we looking for Him, are we seeking Him?

Maybe we cannot find Him because we have forgotten who He is..

yhwh….     yhwh….    yhwh….