Every quiet word is a plea to put Him first, to make Him the centre.
But maybe I don’t know what that actually means or how to give flesh to those words. How do you respond to that which is given freely and always? And what of those days when even fervent prayer feels like throwing a pebble into an ocean?
I read recently that the incarnation is ongoing in us. God’s presence, right here, is felt through us. So the face we wear is the face God wears. And the words we speak are not just our own.
When we are cruel or thoughtless, lacking in compassion, we are saying to others that God is such.
It wasn’t meant to be this way.
So I’ll give my words skin and pulse and breath by living it out.
When I am wrong, I repent.
When I am wronged, I will forgive.
Where there is doubt, I will be faithful.
Give consolation freely,
and love abundantly.
Seek to understand, truly.
In the living of life, prayer becomes more than words but a a way of being. And in this, the Living God is felt and remains present. Imago dei is not just what we are but what we are called to do.