The Lament of the Thirsty

Hold on to your britches there are some of you out there who ain’t going to like this!

As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When shall I come and behold the face of God?
My tears have been my food day and night,
while people say to me continually, ‘Where is your God?’

Psalm 42:1-3

The Lament of the Thirsty

The pain of thirst in throat and soul
for there is no bounty spread before like the shore crab enjoyed.
the signposts lied.
Oh thirst,
thirst like a wild animal
who travelling over many miles,
to reach refreshment in the promised stream,
finds the water no longer flows.
Yes, there are places,
places were the water has pooled,
due to dams and weirs,
but there is no refreshment in that water
refreshments cost is bitterness.
At other pools guards stand with false smiles –
a fee, a password, or secret sign –
without there is no quenching of thirst;
nor knowing if that guarded water will satisfy and enrich.
Surely this is not the final destination.
The promise must be more than this.
Smooth pebbles caressed for centuries by sweet water
sweet soul reviving water.
The sound like music to the ears,
but instead, instead it is drowned out by the cry
‘Where is your God?’

I have a theory, it isn’t a very popular theory nor is it one that I find easy to hold for it pains me, but I am sticking by it until someone proves to me otherwise.  Currently I am not convinced the Church either answers that question or even considers it as a question worth answering.  I think the Church is so busy licking wounds, trying to second guess where the next supposed attack might come from and fearing for itself as an institution that like Ephesus it has forgotten its first love.  It no longer glories in answering the question ‘Where is your God?’ but rather hides in its own petticoats in vain attempts to defend itself.  How can God be known and understood in the world today if the Church doesn’t reflect the wonder, awe and majesty that is God, but rather the fear, mistrust and anxiety of self-preservation?  How can a God of love been recognised when love is missing from so much of what is done in the name of the Church?  How can someone ever feel accepted by that God if they see others being rejected by those who say they do know God?  How can the 50 days of Easter be celebrated if the Church continues to live in a forlorn wilderness, denying by word and deed the very thought of resurrection?

‘Where is your God?’


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