I wonder how the language of God has atrophied and how that has hindered our imaginations in the wonderment of God.
The Psalms, as well as other parts of scripture, paint vivid images of God. In these, God not only gives life to Creation, yet remains actively involved on a daily basis. Christians throughout the centuries have kept this language and imagination of God’s wonder alive as they speak of Sunrises and Sunsets, Storms and Tranquility.
Here's just one example:
“The heavens are telling the glory of God;
and the firmament proclaims his handiwork.
Day to day pours forth speech,
and night to night declares knowledge.
There is no speech, nor are there words;
their voice is not heard;
yet their voice goes out through all the earth,
and their words to the end of the world.
In the heavens he has set a tent for the sun,
which comes out like a bridegroom from his wedding canopy,
and like a strong man runs its course with joy.
Its rising is from the end of the heavens,
and its circuit to the end of them;
and nothing is hidden from its heat.”
In worship services and prayer recently, we pray things like, “Dear Lord…” or “Holy, Loving, and Gracious God” – which are definitely aspects of God’s character. However, those terms can also seem a bit ambiguous, and in that ambiguity I wonder if our imaginations of God’s care and active involvement in our lives have atrophied.
Reading and Praying through some prayers written in a Celtic tradition spark my imagination and help me to remember that God is, well, God – the creator of the universe, the lover of our souls, the maker of the green grass, the rising sun, the impetuous storm clouds, …
Here is one version of one of my favorite prayers that help increase wonder:
Deep peace of the running wave to you;
Deep peace of the flowing air to you;
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you;
Deep peace of the shining stars to you;
Deep peace of the Son of Peace to you.