Spirituality

Waymaker: finding hope again

“You are here
Moving in our midst
I worship you
I worship you
You are here
Working in this place
I worship you
I worship you
You are here
Moving in our midst
I worship you
I worship you
You are here
Working in this place
I worship you
I worship you
Way maker
Miracle worker
Promise keeper
Light in the darkness
My God
That is who you are
Way maker
Miracle worker
Promise keeper
Light in the darkness
My God
That is who you are
You are here
Touching every heart
I worship you
I worship you
You are here
Healing every heart
I worship you
I worship you
You are here
Turning lives around
I worship you
I worship you
You are here
Mending every heart
I worship you
I worship you

Waymaker
Miracle Worker
Promise Keeper
Light in the darkness
My God
That is who You are

That is who You are
That is who You are
That is who You are
That is who You are

Waymaker
Miracle Worker
Promise Keeper
Light in the darkness
My God
That is who You are

Even when I don’t see it, You’re working
Even when I can’t feel it, You’re working
You never stop, You never stop working
You never stop, You never stop working

Even when I can’t see it, You’re working
Even when I can’t feel it, You’re working
You never stop, You never stop working
You never stop, You never stop working

Even when I can’t see it, You’re working
Even when I can’t feel it, You’re working You never stop, You never stop working
You never stop, You never stop working…”

Sinach

Miracles happen all around us everyday. The sun rises and sets. We wake up. Our hearts keep beating. The world keeps spinning on its axis.

We have been broken

And yet, we have been broken, brought low. What we longed for didn’t happen. The heavens  resound with silence. The healing never took place. The relationship died a horrible death. And, we have had loss after loss. Often sudden and catastrophic, sometimes slow and agonizing.

What about that circumstance? Nothing changes – one day you think, oh, this is it – thank you Jesus, this is it. And yet, there is no movement after all.

We stand on the road on tip-toe, hand shading our eyes. Is that the prodigal coming home? Is it a shimmering mirage?

In the desert

We plead, intercede, storm the gates, sing, weep and pray some more. Nothing.

It’s the desert and the wind blows hot and dry. It parches us; we are gasping for breath.

Like Elijah, we despair, want to curl up, and give up.

But in that moment, the breath of the Spirit ripples through the wind. In the quiet, in the stillness there is a stirring in our spirit.

Listen again

We listen again, more closely now.

Waymaker
Miracle Worker
Promise Keeper
Light in the darkness
My God
That is who You are,
Even when I can’t see it, You’re working
Even when I can’t feel it, You’re working
You never stop, You never stop working
You never stop, You never stop working…

Ah, here is the miracle of miracles – despite all evidence to the contrary, we choose to believe again and again. This we declare – “Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.” Hebrews 11:1.

Even when I can’t see it, You’re working
Even when I can’t feel it, You’re working
You never stop, You never stop working
You never stop, You never stop working…

Like this poem aching with hope, we hold on to belief:

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all

-Emily Dickinson

Because:
You never stop, You never stop working
You never stop, You never stop working

You. Never. Stop.

Let faith arise, my friend, let faith arise.

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