Early in the morning, as the cuckoo sends its signals, the
grass is still wet from dew, and the buzzy bugs are still sleeping, I step out
into the small chapel. I can close the door behind me, kneel or sit before an
open Bible, with an icon of the living Christ near it. I light some small
candles.
I have some prayer books, and my favourite one is a pocket
size Orthodox Prayer book. One morning I went through ‘the small Compline’.
The prayers are humble, and I sensed the awe of God, his
majesty and his grandeur. “Lord, have mercy,” I prayed. I read the confessions,
the prayers, the promises of restoration. I sang from the Psalms. Christ is the mighty God, the one who holds
all things together.
An awe settled upon me, and I was comforted by his grace and
mercy. I was sitting there, staring into the icon, the candles, the texts, and
I knew He is real; he is there.
I came into the presence of the sacred: I breathed in the
presence of the King.
I let my mind wander towards a young friend, one who holds
his fist towards God these days, one who wants to be lord of his own life and
perhaps have Jesus as his prime minister – or perhaps more like a secretary. As
I sat in the presence of the Holy One, I saw the futile fist; it was downright
silly. I thought of the ants that have nested by the front door. They rise up
on their hind legs and want to fight me. Their little stick- legs wave
frantically in the air. I am not afraid. In due time I may have someone
professional come and remove them. I am the lord of my house.
The Lord of the Universe sees us.
These days I am awestruck by his majesty; I am a happy and
humble soul, knowing full well that without His grace and mercy, I am nothing.
With Him we have confession, forgiveness and restoration.
With Him we have hope, and life way beyond the limits of
this earthly existence.
This space is sacred.