Lord, what he said was,
“You can have instant coffee, and instant tea, and instant potatoes, but you can’t have instant relationships.”
And he was right.
We can’t measure out a portion of ourselves to each other, and stir once, and be friends.
Or measure out an instant prayer, and beat with a fork until fluffy.
For “instant” never quite satisfies like the real.
And a depth relationship has a mutual history of shared joy and anguish.
It is a mellowed blend of caring and being cared for —
of removing masks (which is seldom easy)–
of openness and honesty . . . without which no relationship is valid.
Not with him. . . nor with them . . . nor with thee.
All of this takes time. And effort.
And expenditure of self.
So, Lord, why do I keep asking for instant communion?
Why am I not willing to put the same effort—the same care—into my relationship with Thee, that I have found necessary in my relationships with others?
Why am I so unwilling to wait?
So unwilling to apprentice my soul?
So reluctant to do my part?
Ah, Lord. I come. . . in joys and in anguish. . . in my moments of peace, and in my times of quiet desperation—
to pour out my humanness,
to remove my masks. Amen.
—-Jo Carr and Imogene Sorley
And ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart.
Trust God for your day…Today