A people living in darkness
has seen a great light.
On those who inhabit a land overshadowed by death,
light has arisen.
A Prayer of Simple Surrender
Oh Lord, I make everything so complicated when the truth of the gospel is so simple. Help me not to lose my focus, but instead to find the simplicity of life in you.
Complication. We create our own. In the contrast of darkness and light, the dividing line is easy. But why then is it so hard? Death is not only of the body but of the mind. A land overshadowed by death is often times are own.
In the land of the living, we are not buried in the ground, but instead in the mire of life. Light is scarce and the world seems more like an ocean, and we are drowning in our making. We have not, can not, refuse not to enjoy the air or the wind or the waves. We cannot sit still. Yet we continue to talk about busy as a state of being that cannot be changed.
Why aren’t we talking about busy as the four -letter -word -that -it is?
Yesterday, we took the kids to a playground that had to be built because someone died. No not just died, but murdered. 17 and murdered. Among green and purple slides, fencing contained a hundred children while one was not there. Dad turned memory into reality. A grave into a playground. I am quiet. I am not busy now.
Surrender is not just about arms up, face down. It is not a one time only. It is an over and over again until you smell the earth. Realize that seasons have changed, or that you are miserable, or hopeless or devoid of meaning. You choose it.
It is the wake up and the light. It is the Sunday park and not the Sunday chore. It is everything.
When I saw my son peering back at me I wondered what kind of photograph God wanted me to take in such a golden place. Then I saw it. My son and our Lord.
Today, find the gold in your life. Surrender what is not real.