Tuesday, June 9
Do not fear, or be afraid; have I not told you from of old and declared
it? You are my witnesses!
—Isaiah 44:8a
We are witnesses to wonder and degradation, to the
blossom of love and the erosion that leads to hate. We are witnesses to our
own responses to the circumstances and people of our lives. We
are witnesses to the presence of God and we are witnesses
to the unfolding
of our own soul.
It is a great gift to be a witness—to be sewn
so fully into the fabric
of life that, rather than random happenings that
have no purpose, our experiences have meaning. The gift is
missed, however, when we are not awake to life. When we are
content to pass our days and nights without paying attention—without doing
the hard but joyful work of not only showing up to life, but participating
and reflecting on it.
Every moment has the potential of opening us more
deeply to the steady stream of heaven's action in life, because the Holy One
stands at the center of every moment. When we are fully present,
we are amazed at what we see.
We know then that we are witnesses. We are all witnesses.
Gracious God, when my eyes glaze over and my heart becomes numb, shake me from stupor so that I may see again.
