Tuesday, February 28, 2012
All is vanity, Lord. Thank you that all is vanity! The meaning of my life does not come from what I can produce, what I can create, how much I can sell, or how much I can consume. It does not come from where I live or how much space I occupy. It does not come from my capacity to create or my ability to win. It does not come from anything within the realm of my power. I am utterly powerless in this. I am only who you say I am. And you can say whatever you want. You could say that I am a sinner. You could say that I am worthless. That is your prerogative. But you say that I am a treasure. You say that I am beloved. You say that I am yours and that you will watch out the window for my return. Indeed, you will pursue me when I can run no further.
Thank you God for who you are. I acknowledge that you could be a monster. Indeed you could give me exactly what I deserve. But my capacity to imagine that you are loving, even in my powerlessness, is evidence that you are more loving than I can imagine. You are not a monster. You rescue me. You see beauty in me and you give yourself for me. You refuse to give up on me and your grace refuses to let me get what I deserve. You are ridiculously loving! Amen.