Lord God you are the giver of light and life. You are the healer the lover and the protector of our souls. You are the bright and morning star. The great light that outshines all others. You are the way the truth and the life. You are the beginning and the end. The creator and the sustainer. The bringer of peace. The destroyer of chaos and the sculptor of beauty.
You are all. The air I breath and the water I drink. You are breath of my breath and life of my life. All I am and have belongs to you. All that I have ever been and ever will be belong to you. You oh God are the ageless one. You are the bread of heaven. The bread of life. The broken bread. The bread scarred and twisted. You are the manna given to all mankind that they might survive in the desert of their own sin and despair and rebellion and not be vanquished.You are the quail sent down from Heaven whose body was given and broken and bloodied so that we might partake of your flesh, and in the eating of your self-offering might be restored to new life, not through our own powers, but through the blood of him who spared nothing on our behalf.
You are the giver of life. The author of life. The renewer of life. The lover of life who chose to give himself up for sinners such as us, for you saw us and when you did you saw more than the dividing walls that we had erected. You looked over our well groomed hedges and into our hearts. You dared to peep through the keyholes of our locked doors finding within the children longing to know and be known hiding underneath our beds curled up in fear of all that we do not understand. You saw us quiver at the shifting shadows that shake and quake in the dark night making us fright and fear that the monsters we once dreamt of are still real. Only now in our older years they have grown to take on new names- loneliness, failure, ugliness, rejection, mediocrity. They have many gruesome titles and they stare with horrid blood shot eyes while gnashing bloodied teeth. They threaten to tear and rip with claws of agonizing sharpness till we are devoured.
Jesus you came and crawled under our beds, lying with us, mopping our tears and comforting us when we thought we were desperately alone and no one could hear our cries or understand our sly allusions to all the pain lying just beneath the surface of our well manicured skin. Jesus you came when all hope was lost and darkness had seemingly won the day. Jesus you descended into the depths of our personal hells and you broke free the chains of sin and death that ensnared us and you whispered into our ears. “I love you.”
May those words be light and life to you in the year to come.