O God in whom we live and move and have our being, and who lives and moves and breathes in us and through us, we would be aware of your presence -- in this place, at this very moment.
Comforter, whether we like it or not, we are wanderers. We begin as babies, if we are lucky, in our parents’ loving arms. We grow through childhood; we mature. Perhaps we leave home and establish our own homes. Perhaps we have children of our own.
We like to think of our homes as unchanging. But we know, O loving Companion, that they are not. Either we leave our homes, or our homes, as we know them, leave us. Career or other ambitions call us from the communities of our childhood. Established relationships can crumble, or if not, surely they change as the years roll on. Our children leave to live their lives. Our old ones sicken and die.
You, Eternal One, are our constant home. You are our journey’s end. Help us to realize, in this place, at this moment, that there is, as Jesus taught, a joyous and peaceful realm of God within each woman and man -- and that we have but to knock, to enter in.
6 November 2005
by Deacon Dave Skidmore