Your Impromptu Poem

for Keith I was tardy entering the sanctuary. Sunday's service had begun, with the first hymn already sung, the impact of its melody and meaning spreading over the assembled worshipers. The harmony of music was now the harmony of people. This awareness is blessed. Suddenly, like a flash of light from no natural source, I realized you were engaged in an impromptu prayer. Your eyes nearly closed, your mind fixed on the other world, you reached deep within to grasp the words to carry your message: it was the reality of the Father's truth, of His goodness and love, you borrowed, shaped, delivered by a human voice, just your human voice. But the words were not as swift as your faith, and in a holy silence you paused to let the words find you. This pause itself was prayer. It was the readiness of the believer to receive whatever the Father gives. And so immortal words spilled forth, winged and wondrous, like sacred music, and through them the Spirit filled every heart present with worship of our three-personed God. "Let us Pray" was your response to this plenitude of faith. Is this not the mission you have assumed? To make the presence of the Father as immediate as a human voice in prayer, as real as the touch of agape love stirring our souls. Amen to that....