Amazing, isn’t it, to think about God in all His Power and Glory. I talk with Him; I pray to Him; I ask for His prayers; I thank Him for all He has provided.
I am learning more and more about Him; He already knows everything about me.
Dear Lord, I don’t have a clear vision of who You are, what You look like, how tall, short, winged. Do you look like me? Do I look like You?
My closest knowledge of Your presence is through Your still small voice, Your touch, as soft and warm as a Fall breeze, Your creatures great and small, mostly small and in my backyard, Your Magnificent Garden of flora, fauna, and Your land and water formations that boggle the mind.
I do think of You as strong-very strong. You love to smile, a smile that warms the heart and soothes the soul. You speak with conviction and Truth. You speak to all men, women, and children, in their own language and in their own particular mode of understanding. You know each of Your children and how best to comfort them. You know I am quite dramatic. I love how You talk to me in a spontaneous manner, all willy-nilly, and teach me and show me Yourself in all the richness of sight, sound, texture, touch, taste, and fragrances.
I have long known that part of my background in the South has been living, knowing, and loving, African-Americans. There is something visceral in the Black Culture that calls me home. Even though I mark caucasian on any form I’m asked to fill out, my heart belongs to the South that suffered alongside our African-American brothers and sisters.
I’d like to share a rendition of Amazing Grace as sung by Wintley Phipps, Sr. Wintley was born in 1955 and is only a year older than me; another reason I think I relate to him; he is a vocal artist, and founder of the U.S. Dream Academy. He is an ordained Seventh-day Adventist minister.
When Wintley sings, his powerful voice fills my very being. Again, I am home.
Please allow me to share this Amazing Grace.
Author: John Newton 1779
“Amazing grace how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me!”
by compulsion : without choice : in a haphazard or spontaneous manner