Exodus 15:11, 13
Who is like unto thee, O LORD, among the gods? who is like thee,
glorious in holiness, fearful in praises, doing wonders?
Thou in thy mercy hast led forth the people which thou hast
redeemed: thou hast guided them in thy strength unto thy holy habitation.
Who is like unto thee, O LORD? Among all powers, among all treasures, who is
like unto thee? You are not the highest. You are not the deepest. You are not the strongest. You are not the weakest. And you are not the in between. You are height and depth and strength and vulnerability. You are not the most – you are in the most,
as in the least, and you are beyond. No
words can describe you. No images can
capture you. No concepts can contain
you. Infinite, eternal, and absolute,
you are the Holy of holies, the Wonder of wonders, the Life of lives, the Hope
of hopes, the Love of loves. Any fears
are blinders; we blind ourselves from your mighty mercy and your merciful might;
we delude ourselves in the darkness of self-centered night, turned away from
you who are the Light of lights, though you call us into your everlasting
Day. You, who creates and masters the
universe, create and master us; we have rejected, forgotten, ignored, and manufactured ourselves like unto moles, blinded by our
groping further and further into our little graves. You, who are the depth, who are the height,
call us out of the little graves we dig, out of the little piles we mound, rip the
blinders off – not with your strength with which you crush the mountains and
storm the seas, but with your vulnerability, with Weakness; give
yourself totally to us, you who have no total, who cannot be totaled, give
yourself absolutely to us in complete surrender of height and depth and
strength; finite, fragile and fleeting, breathe but a dying breath in this
world of matter and we are redeemed. For
you are the Love of loves, the holy habitation of truth that sets us free.
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