For this reason I bow my knees before
the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth is named, that
according to the riches of His glory He may grant you to be strengthened with
power through His Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your
hearts through faith--that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may have
strength to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and
height and depth, and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, that
you may be filled with all the fullness of God.
This you is
the plural you.
May we
gather, every family in heaven and on earth, bowing our knees before our Loving
Creator that He may grant us to be strengthened with power through His Spirit
to comprehend the breadth and length and height and depth of the love of
Christ, that we may be filled with the fullness of God.
This has been
my Saturday prayer since the days of sharing a flimsy back trailer with Norma
Croyle at Grace Christian School. And I printed this prayer up and push-pinned
it to the wall behind my desk and it was my prayer for every one of those
seventh graders every single day, especially Miss Andrea Kerstin and Mr. Dustin
Clay. And especially Tim and Lauren and Caitlyn and, and each and every one of
those kiddos. I worked my way down the attendance roster every morning while
Andrea sometimes finished up her homework.
And this you is the singular you.
May I be rooted and grounded in love today. Today as I
prepare to tidy up my house and hang up the laundry, as I prepare to welcome
migrants and help them make phone calls to their sponsors scattered across the
country, as I prepare to get all fancy dressed up for the Nutcracker ballet
with momma and Everette, and as I prepare a grocery shopping list for stopping
at Fry’s on our way home.
Bowing before this mystery of a newborn babe.
Throughout all generations, forever and
ever. Amen.
Gathered.
