Friday, September 28, 2012

September 28, 2012

This Friday, when I got home... he was already waiting for me; making sure he was visible enough for me to see him and know that he had been sent to me, to make my home his dwelling place... and how lovely and how wonderful and amazing the certainty and nearness of God the moment I saw this majestic looking bird standing in the lower roof, so close to me as I made my way into the garage. A Rock Pigeon—certainly a common sight in cities around the world, in streets and public squares, but here, in this neighborhood? Never have I seen pigeons here, but this remarkable bird had chosen my rooftops for his dwellings. And why oh heart your astonishment? Hadn’t you asked, after all, for this?—just a few days ago, in conversations with God, in the garden.
Words are not enough to describe my feelings and marvel and wonder of God... I marvel and live in continual amazement and admiration and respect of God and the way He communicates with his earthly children, and how He works through the familiar pattern of personality and communicates with us through the avenues of our minds and emotions. For we are all made different. And how He knows me! For nothing can bring God’s presence to my midst better than the prospect of a dove... with its soothing guttural cooing and majestic appearance; the most delicate and, to me, one of the most beautiful birds in the world… love, peace, freedom, hope, purity and devotion come to mind. And isn’t it the dove the Christian iconography which symbolizes the Holy Spirit in reference to Matthew 3:16 and Luke 3:22 where the Holy Spirit is compared to a dove at the Baptism of Jesus? And how I’ve been asking that I’d be shrouded by the Holy Spirit, for “as the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, o God” (Psalm 42:1).
Before thee, Lord, I bow my head, and thank thee...

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